by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 24, 2008 | details, the day |
If you can find twenty minutes, you can listen to Dylan Thomas’ story “A Child’s Christmas in Wales,” read by the author–courtesy of Salon.com. The written story is also available online. Thomas grounds the story of this long-ago...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 23, 2008 | the day |
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” “And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!” “Maybe Christmas,”...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 19, 2008 | memoir, the day |
My desk this morning, instead of being covered with books and manuscript pages, is covered with Christmas lists. I wanted to make a post. But it was hard to draw my mind away from the unanswered questions and undone errands on my list–with the clock ticking. ...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Oct 27, 2008 | journeys, poetry, the day |
Pine Mountain Trail Pine Mountain, Georgia October 26, 2008 23 miles 11hours, 7 minutes The day grew light, then dark again– In all its rich hours, what happened? from Apple by Jane Hirshfield Given Sugar, Given...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 22, 2008 | reading, the day |
September 22, 2008–the autumnal equinox–fall at last. My favorite season. And it felt like fall this morning. Canada geese flying over. The first leaves changing color. It’s no surprise that in two of my all-time favorite books, the authors write...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 11, 2008 | memory, reading, the day |
“He said, ‘It still looks like an accident, the first one. Even from this distance, way outside the thing, how many days later, I’m standing here thinking it’s an accident.’ ‘Because it has to be.’ ‘It has to be,’...
