A place for language, poetry, domesticity, and the Ice
Some writer stuff and some non-writer stuff:
First, I really appreciated this blog post from Aimee Nezhukumatathil:
What I wanted to talk about here for my last post was the idea of gratitude in a writer’s life. A French proverb says, “Gratitude is the heart’s memory.” I would even say that Gratitude is the writer’s memory.
Second, [...]
I’m very proud of my nephew, Devyn Robuck, for an excellent performance at the Fort Collins New West Fest last weekend. He played a 45-minute set, mostly his own music, and drew quite a crowd. The Fort Collins Coloradoan says to keep an eye on his career… so do so.
By way of shameless promotion (at [...]
One of the best parts of Colorado in the summer is the weather. Today was one of those picture-perfect days: it was not too hot, puffy clouds that kids see pictures in, a slight breeze, but warm sun on your shoulders. Then, on the drive home, dark gray clouds that promise rain. Rinse, repeat for [...]
My son has hives. Again. The first time he got them he was 3 months old, and while I kept calm on the outside, I was freaking out on the inside. I am now freaking out again. Moms do this—and Dads let them as a method of self-preservation. Thing is, with all we went through [...]
Yesterday was exhausting.
First: my last day at my “new” job.
I was torn about this. I don’t like leaving a job after such a short period of time (165 days to be exact), and I really liked the people I worked with. But for quite a few reasons, and perhaps a bit of karma, I chose [...]
Last night we watched The Legend of 1900. It was a very moving film about a boy born on a boat, abandoned as a baby on a boat, raised on a boat, lives on a boat, and dies on a boat. But it’s about more than that. It’s about perspective, how we get used to [...]
Finally, writing again. But this new poem, I’m taking my time with, rather than rushing it, which I usually do. I’m typically a write-first, edit-later kind of writer, but this is different. I feel like this new poem (and maybe series, but without a solid thread) needs to be deliberate. Every inch of it. So [...]
We’ve just now watched Werner Herzog’s Encounters at the End of the World. I’m enthralled watching my friends talk about their lives, and their community, and their Ice. I was so lucky to have had the opportunity to not only go to Antarctica, but more than lucky to find the true bonds of friendship that [...]
If you haven’t seen this, please do. It’s just the right thing for an evening after a bad work week. I just watched the whole thing on Netflix, and if I wasn’t in love with Neil Patrick Harris when he was Doogie Howser, M.D. (and I was), I am now.
I’d like to write a book called this, but I’m no good at writing fiction.
I used to write fiction, fervently, as a high school kid (bad horror stories), as a freshman (bad romance/soft porn–anyone remember the pink notebook? I know Nancy Mac does), sophomore (ok, this was more an essay-type year), junior (what’s this? stories [...]
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