A Writer’s Room

A Writer’s Room

I’m in my study. The work room. A writing studio? My writing room? The spare room. The guest room. The present wrapping room. The storage room. The room of bags and boxes and antiques. The junk room. The room of sharp angles. The room of corners. Corners and...
Be the Mermaid

Be the Mermaid

I love how the thought of the ocean stirs so much inside us. I’ve always described my understand of the ocean as one based on fear, a fear of the ocean’s power, of how deceptive it is…yet how beguiling. It’s a place of life but…it’s a place of death. We...
The Terrifying Joy of Leaving the Meadow of Lost Time

The Terrifying Joy of Leaving the Meadow of Lost Time

Dear You: Making time when there is no time is unfamiliar to me. Time is lost. Time speeds by. Was it always? No, no, it was not…and yet it was. I learned to give up my time, to surrender my time, to lose track of time which I think is why so much time has passed and...