I had an encounter this winter with a poem called “A Measuring Worm” by Richard Wilbur that reminded me of a friend’s poetry, so I sent her a copy. Imagine my joy when she sent me the April 2012 issue of Poetry, the 100th year anniversary edition. As a result, my little family recently had [...]

In which a writer attemps to swim with the current

Writers dig for the motherlode, the enormous power at the center of themselves, their stories, and their characters. How do we do that? This week is Ground Hog Day, a silly American tradition, but one that lasts. What gives ir staying power? Writers might dig deeper to find out if it shows up in a story they’re [...]

Since I’m the one who used to live in Brooklyn, I was the guide on a recent trip to NYC with my husband. When it was time for dinner, I led us by subway to Union Square and then meandered toward the East Village. I had no idea what to eat, but was just meandering. [...]

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”         Thoreau                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Writing for most authors, is a solitary pursuit. Most [...]

I moved to a different state a year and a half ago. I sold my house in Connecticut and felt – homeless. I can’t go back now to tend my garden. Not ever again. All year long I was thinking, Oh, my roses are in bloom now. And, I hope they are appreciating my big, [...]