by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 19, 2019 | acknowledgments, Tidal Flats |
In Tidal Flats, Cass’s father loved his leather-bound edition of Rumi’s poems, Rumi who was born in Afghanistan. Instead of bedtime stories, he read to Cass from Rumi. And Cass would lie in her closet underneath her dresses and think about elephants...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 18, 2012 | catching moments, provincetown |
I don’t keep (as in maintain) a journal. I do have a journal–actually I have lots of gorgeous journals (all blank)–but I do keep (as in hold in a given place) a journal in my purse and occasionally I write things in it. What I find that I do more...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 8, 2011 | life, reading, shapes, the day, time |
I adore this portrait of May Sarton. I used it in a blog post on August 8, 2009. I also used some of the same quotes, but I had a very different reaction to them two years ago. There is nothing to be done but go ahead with life moment by moment and hour by...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 22, 2009 | memoir, the day |
My desk this morning, instead of being covered with books and manuscript pages, is covered with Christmas lists. I want to write, but it’s hard to draw my mind away from the unanswered questions and undone errands on my list–with the clock ticking. I...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 8, 2009 | life, shapes, the day, time |
“There is nothing to be done but go ahead with life moment by moment and hour by hour–put out birdseed, tidy the rooms, try to create order and peace around me even if I cannot achieve it inside me.” May Sarton. As the last days of summer float by,...
