ordinary blessings. . . aren’t

In Joan Didion's memoir,¬†Blue Nights, about her daughter Quintana's life and death, she wrote of toasting Quintana and her new husband, Gerry, on their wedding day, six months before the illness that would ultimately claim Quintana's life began, saying: We wished them happiness, we wished them health, we wished them love and luck and beautiful... Continue Reading →

riding out a new storm.

And after the storm,I run and run as the rains comeAnd I look up, I look up,on my knees and out of luck,I look up. Night has always pushed up dayYou must know life to see decayBut I won't rot, I won't rotNot this mind and not this heart,I won't rot. And I took you... Continue Reading →

sunday blessings.

The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That's guaranteed. I can't begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. But guess what? Sunday's my favorite day again. I think of what everyone did for me, and I feel like a very lucky guy. -- Matthew Quick, Silver Linings... Continue Reading →

get busy.

Like everyone else, I was just shocked and heartbroken to learn of the passing of Chadwick Boseman when his family shared the news on Friday evening. He was only 43 and had chosen to keep his cancer battle private so it was totally unexpected. A few hours after I saw the news, this well-timed and... Continue Reading →

an uncool love list.

Happy Early Thursday, y'all! So, it's been a bit since I've posted due to: The sinus plague. Even my Sara Bug got sick - and that hasn't happened in a very long time. Yuck.¬† Working on a major project. I have gone through my writer's notebooks from the past several years, extracting my notes I've... Continue Reading →

the blue nights and the heavy things.

Like many female writers my age, I adore Joan Didion. I don't remember a world without her in it. Pictured above is my "lucky writing necklace" with her well-known packing list from her essay, "The White Album," one of many essays that shaped me, published the year I was born. She's forever the Queen in... Continue Reading →

strong like my grandmothers.

Lately, when I'm really having a good COVID-19 freak out - and when I really read the latest Scary Things sometimes I do - I have learned to take a moment of pause and remember one of the most fabulous ladies I've ever known, my dear Grandmother's mother, my great Grandmother Humphries. She was sweet... Continue Reading →

time to write a (long) story.

Who lives? Who dies? Who tells your story? -- Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda Like many others, I was anxiously awaiting the premiere of Hamilton on Disney Plus earlier this month. I've been a long time lover of musical theatre and a performer of it in my youth and I couldn't wait to see if this actually... Continue Reading →

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