by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 18, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, reading, time, truth |
2003: I try the Golden Door Spa, but it feels like famine. While I’m there, I do a silent meditation walk, and before I can stop myself, I’m judging the way people walk. We listen to Dave Matthews as Bobby learns how to drive–Ants Marching,...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 3, 2016 | 1 true thing |
If you can believe it, we’re down to the last ten posts in this practice. And for these last days, I’m going to look back a bit at the past year–a year in which I joined my selves together–past, present, and future. Mary Gordon said it so well...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Oct 4, 2015 | 1 true thing |
So I’m down to the last hundred posts in this year of catching me–this year of looking at the photos, digging up memories, finding the words to fill in the spaces. I’m taking up more room these days. And I’m more comfortable. I’m...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 31, 2015 | 1 true thing, provincetown |
When my youngest child entered high school and I could see that in four short years I would no longer be tethered to this house and to the school year, for the first time since my early twenties, I began to think about what kind of life I wanted. Have I mentioned that...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 9, 2014 | craft of writing, details, my writing, Pam Houston |
All my physical therapist, who is from the Netherlands, has to do is lay his hands on my neck or back and I’m all better. He’s a wonderful painter, as well as a reader, and so we spend the rest of my thirty minutes talking about his paintings and my...
