It’s the last week of pink. Soon our store aisles will return to their regular kaleidoscope of colors, and our autumn décor will resume its traditional tones of red, yellow, …
I haven’t told many people this story, but the persistence of doubt in the political arena of global climate change has my hackles raised (see Steven E. Koonin’s essay, “Climate …
There’s a seldom-spoken understanding among creative nonfiction writers (at least there was in my MFA program), that if you find yourself in front of an agent pitching your latest work, …
I was visiting family in Seneca Falls, New York when they announced the decision. By which I mean the (divided) Supreme Court decision that grants for-profit businesses (owned by a …
So. The Nature of Words, the organization to which I’ve given a significant amount of my time and attention — especially over the past eighteen months — is closing its …
Every Mother’s Day, after I’ve eaten the girls’ homemade scones and opened their cards with certificates for extra love and quiet writing time, after I’ve expressed my love and admiration …
It’s the Saturday before Earth Day in downtown Bend, and it looks like I’ve missed the Procession of the Species parade. The butterfly-winged woman and the horse-headed man have long …
When I was a kid, my father used to take me on long bike rides to the shore of Lake Erie, in the town next to ours. Our town and …
Suppose you have just graduated from your MFA program, and you’re all aglow from people’s response to your work, feeling a sense of confidence — a currency with which you’ve …
Years ago, when I was just starting to seriously contemplate this writing thing, my husband convinced me to attend my first writer’s conference. I was a new mother and had …
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