by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 28, 2020 | memoir, reading, reviews, time |
I have been looking into schedules. Even when we read physics, we inquire of each least particle, What then shall I do this morning? How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 20, 2020 | reading, reviews, shapes, stories |
I was born in 1957, the oldest of what would turn out to be five of us, and my mother needed help. In those days, she referred to Fanny as a maid. These days, I use the word housekeeper. But in the way that household help often is, Fanny was so much more. My favorite...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 30, 2017 | 1 true thing, 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, Pam Houston, provincetown, reading, time, truth |
2015: Back in Provincetown, I sit still and stare at the water. The last couple of years, all my writing efforts have poured into this current novel and apparently all my self-worth as well. When I see people, they ask if they can buy one of my books yet. I lose my...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 28, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, Pam Houston, provincetown, reading, time, truth, Writing by Writers |
2013: One week a month in Provincetown. Space is opening all around me. I plan ahead, run the dates by Cal, and start booking flights. In January, I stay at The Watermark Inn. It’s closed. But I’ve stayed here before and it’s Provincetown. So just me...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 26, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, mfa, Pam Houston, reading, time, truth |
2011: In January, I finish up winter residency and fall under the spell of Jennifer Egan’s A Visit from the Goon Squad. February is AWP in Washington, DC, where I spot Josh Ritter in the bar and actually talk to him. In March, Contrary reviews are due to me, I...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 23, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, Dani Shapiro, life, marriage, memory, Pam Houston, reading, time, truth |
As you might guess from the length of yesterday’s and today’s posts–the squares turning into rectangles–writing these short is getting more difficult. The years feel unwieldy now rather than obscure. I’m working to contain rather than to...
