Category Archives: Telling our stories
Alchemy
Years ago, when I first started teaching, a woman signed up for my class at the John C. Campbell Folk School in the N.C. mountains because her doctor had told her that if she didn’t do something for herself soon, … Continue reading →
Is Confidence Necessary?
I am at an age where I look back on my younger self with great tenderness. I wonder what happened so early in my childhood that my confidence was completely wiped out. There are of course institutions and people to … Continue reading →
Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Nine times a month I teach classes devoted only to writing from prompts. The prompts can range anywhere from a line of poetry, to a picture, to an object, to writing a story that places an object within a picture, … Continue reading →
Distorting American History
Dear Karen, I am not living the life I was raised to live. I was raised to be a housewife, to not work, to have children and stay home. My mother wanted me to go to college so I could … Continue reading →
Empathy
Dear Karen, It is two days past Thanksgiving, 2014. At the start of the week we learned of a grand jury’s refusal to indict a policeman for the shooting of an unarmed black man. There were riots. Cars were burned. … Continue reading →
Caretaking
Dear Karen, Your letter about layers has made me think of the layers of my own history, manifest in certain pains that I am grappling with now. These layers, layers I thought long ago put to rest with therapy and … Continue reading →
Laughter and Tears
Dear Karen – I am thinking about laughter. I love laughter. I love humor, hilarity, wit, silliness. I love joking. I love irony. Sometimes I love things that aren’t supposed to be funny, or weren’t funny while they were being … Continue reading →
I have to believe there is a writing life….
Dear Nancy: This last week or so I have been moving back home after my semester away. My days have been filled with a heap of teaching work still to do, dental checkups, pap smears, breast exams, clogged ears, and … Continue reading →
Wholeness
Dear Nancy: As I said to you on the phone the other day, this last writing letter from you was the one I’ve loved most so far. I’ve carried it around in me all week, thinking about it. Thinking about … Continue reading →
The amniotic sea
Dear Nancy: I got your last letter while I was still at the ocean, that land of light and distance. We saw dolphins and egrets and newborn ponies and each day I walked to the far end of the beach, … Continue reading →