On Saturday, I spoke about my lack of memory and my writing to my parents' community. While an MFA student, and especially during my final residency, I spoke quite a bit about it all, and this blog gives me the opportunity to go public with whatever aspects of my memory void/recovery/writing I wish to…
After eighteen months of work producing five issues spread across a year, Hawaii Women's Journal, the project, ended in June with publication of its final issue. The reasons derive from various realities: the reality of an all-volunteer staff consisting of powerful thinkers, the reality of a staff dispersed across time zones, the reality of powerful…
Please enjoy this post from my friend Emily, one of Minnesota's most beautiful writers (inside and out). Now ... how many plants and animals have YOU got stored up in your memory? I don't know whether I should be sad or amused that the first one that comes to my mind is the noble pigeon.
What does it mean to live a writer's life? I just met with a social worker/writer who, through mutual connections, has invited me to co-lead a workshop on just that. Not working a writer's career—living a writer's life, whether or not one is paid to write. In fact, neither of us writes for a living, though…
Last Saturday, J&I were lucky enough to play one of our favorite board games (and we have a lot of board games ... a lot a lot ... so categorizing this as one of our favorites is more important than it might otherwise seem) with a lovely couple, A&S. The game is Ticket to Ride.…
