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Taking it Off
Sometimes. Sometimes I want to take it all off, give it all back. The skin, the hair, the eyes, the fingernails. I want to return it. The bones, the liver, the lungs, the vagina, the clitoris. Has it really been … Continue reading
Defining Self
Because I had difficulty absorbing the information given in school, and because I failed tests, I believed that I was stupid. Because I believed that I was stupid, I believed that I was inferior. Because I believed I was inferior, … Continue reading
Living in Fear
I have been living in fear. I am afraid of my public life. I am afraid of what it might mean to be known for what I do and recognized. I am afraid of what it might mean to not … Continue reading
A Day Without Devices
On my walk this morning I found a nub of purple chalk a child had used to scribble on the pavement. I picked it up, an opportunity in my hand. What would I write? I thought hard about it, and … Continue reading
Eavesdropping and Solitude
Dear Nancy, Just now I’m sitting at an iron table outside a coffee place in Jamaica Plain. I had looked forward to a cigarette with my coffee, but there’s a big NO SMOKING sign and I obey. I’m wide awake. … Continue reading
Our Materials
Dear Karen, A few years ago during a time in which I was feeling badly about my writing, and wondering if I wanted to continue, I watched a PBS show about a group of people saving some wetlands in Florida. … Continue reading
Guest – Heloise Jones
Dear Nancy and Karen – It’s raining in Santa Fe this morning. A gentle falling, welcomed in the desert. Different than the thunderstorms that turn dry arroyos into swift rivers littered with balls and trash cans and natural debris, or … Continue reading
The Inner Life of Story
Dear Karen – Your letter gave me much to chew on (no puppy-pun intended). How do we take care of the puppies and children and families we have, while also taking care of writing? In my work as a teacher … Continue reading
Care
Dear Nancy: It’s early Sunday morning, about 6:30, and I’ve been up half an hour already. I’ve vacuumed the puppy’s playpen, fed the puppy, taken the puppy out for peeing, given the puppy heartworm medication, and laid down pee-worthy newspaper … Continue reading
Muddling
Dear Karen – I am thinking of Luisa’s letter to us. In particular that last paragraph about her grandfather making the stew that would feed the family. “I know how this is done,” she wrote. Lately Luisa has been posting … Continue reading