Monday was Martin Luther King Day—it was very cold and I stayed inside, baked some bread, spent some time with Eric and Simone, worked on an essay, and had dinner with some friends. All day, I was also thinking about the legacy of Dr. King, who is such a model of how...
Many of us remember daily diaries from when we were kids. If we were girls, our diaries may have had pretty pictures on the front and a little locket. But what was outside wasn’t really important. It was what was inside that mattered. Little did many of us...
Many years ago, my therapist asked me, “do you see the glass half full or half empty?” I generally liked and respected and was helped by this therapist, but her question really bothered me. I went home and wrote a poem about that question—I imagined a mountain...
This week, I’ve used these journal prompts for my overwhelming thoughts and feelings. My son, Gabriel, graduated from high school last week, and is now traveling in Argentina with a friend. And I am very emotional. I find it hard to even understand all the...
Many of us have a love-hate relationship with writing: we value writing; we want to do it more, but it also brings out our fears, frustrations, disappointments. Over the next months, I’ll be writing a series of posts about how to approach your writing and your...
