Earlier this week, I was honored to recieve an awesome award from the USO of Metropolitan Washington-Baltimore and my handsome tuxedo-clad son took this picture of me. There was something about the experience that felt kind of like being at my own funeral. I don’t know how to explain that further, but I think…
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This week I had writing groups with people interested in learning from me and one another, poems in my inbox, sunny days, Cinnamon Toast Crunch on sale at the grocery store. I hung out with friends and family, made it to yoga, wrote some things. Kids snuggled beside me. My apartment is clean. I…
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It feels pretty good to accomplish big things, to complete projects we’ve started, to end a week of writing and creating art with a big, awesome performance as we did this week. But it can also leave you feeling empty somehow. A feeling of, Now what? I imagine some of the writers I worked with…
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Above is my desk, as I came back to it after a few days out of the office sometime last year. I can’t blame my wonderful colleagues and participants for the mess, but for grumpy cat and the mean portrait, and the mouse giving me a middle finger? I absolutely can. Have I mentioned…
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