by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 1, 2017 | accumulation, continuous life, essays, journeys, life, marriage, memory, my writing, provincetown, time, truth |
It seems impossible and yet it’s true. 50 was about proving I surely wasn’t. 60 is about loving the years. So, hello, sixty, I’m happy to be here. Aging is an extraordinary process where you become the person you always should have been. –David...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 31, 2017 | 1 true thing, 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, Pam Houston, provincetown, time, truth, Writing by Writers |
I started to write there are so many things I forgot, but really there are so many things I remember. Here are a few I remembered after the fact–being a Brownie leader, spending every New Year’s Eve until graduate school cooking a fancy meal with friends,...
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 29, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, Pam Houston, provincetown, Writing by Writers |
Yesterday evening while I was walking, I began to think ahead to this year and to 2015. And these upcoming years made me realize that for 2012 and 2013 I left out two important things. One, my parents’ health is worsening, in particular my father’s, and...
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...
