by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 6, 2009 | poetry, the day |
Sunny and 75 today–it is coming. Spring fever, spring break, spring board… Spring into action… Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain from “Spring” by Mary Oliver in House of...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 1, 2009 | catching moments, Columbus GA, the day |
I had this lovely idea for a March first post, a sort of spring-is-on-the-way kind of thing, and this morning I stubbornly forged ahead with it. I mean, I’d planned it, been thinking about it for days. In fact, I posted it for a few minutes–complete with...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 28, 2009 | Columbus GA, the day, truth |
Pat Conroy, a large white-haired man, stood on a stage in front of a seated crowd last night in Columbus, Georgia. He’s the author of The Prince of Tides and Beach Music (my favorites), and he was the speaker at a black-tie dinner honoring a local doctor. ...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 20, 2009 | essays, reading, the day |
Sunrise Miami Beach. The dawning of a new day. On the front page of yesterday’s New York Times was the headline, “From Books, New President Found Voice.” In case you missed it, here are some of the highlights. Michiko Kakutani wrote that Mr....
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 8, 2009 | craft of writing, details, novels, the day |
More from John Steinbeck… March 6, 1951, Tuesday. “No sleep last night but I feel fine. And I don’t even know why I didn’t sleep. I was perfectly comfortable. Just couldn’t let go of consciousness. Funny thing.” Journal of a...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 3, 2009 | life, the day |
New Year’s Day is a pause for me. I lie on the sofa and watch movies and football. I let life happen outside of me and around me. Then yesterday I spent the entire day in action–restoring order after the holidays. Chopping wood, carrying water. ...
