My earlier attempt to set a goal doing a little yoga every day fizzled out after little more than a week. I still do bits of yoga, but not regularly. And then came the lost week of Covid when I did nothing at all. Well, hardly anything. The dishes got done. The clutter grew. EvenContinue reading “Setting Goals”
Author Archives: Coming Home to Myself
The Wonders of Weeds
Weeds pop up in the most desolate of places, like between sidewalk and curb and in asphalt cracks. A week or two ago I spotted a sunflower growing out of a sidewalk, but couldn’t find it again. Probably a neatnik homeowner demolished it. Usually wild sunflowers pop up in our backyard, but this spring mustContinue reading “The Wonders of Weeds”
Mother’s Day was cancelled
on account of COVID. My Covid started on Saturday. Even a light case, for someone who’s had two vaccinations and one booster, is not comfortable. And it gets even less comfortable when you know someone else is depending on your services and you don’t want to get out of bed. So instead of a blog,Continue reading “Mother’s Day was cancelled”
Compost
The last two summers have been difficult ones for gardening, due to my inadequate planting medium (AKA dirt) and marauding squirrels eating my young plants. Consequently, back in March, I couldn’t bring myself to begin sprouting seeds. But the weather warmed and a tomato plant called my name at the grocery store. It needed aContinue reading “Compost”
On Masks and Villains
I loved wearing a mask during the shutdown: A chance to not think about what expression my face was wearing. A chance to not display my crooked tooth. In novel writing, villains wear masks of a different kind. The villain or antagonist, generally wants to hide less obvious flaws or desires. The villain of myContinue reading “On Masks and Villains”
Welcome to chaos.
Chaos: “complete disorder and confusion“ The world as we know it is coming to an end. We are in the midst of change. Those resisting thie change are digging in their heels and screaming “Whoa!” at the top of their lungs. That “Whoa” is revealing itself in laws attempting to control teachers, women, trans youth,Continue reading “Welcome to chaos.”
Discipline
Self-discipline is everything in novel writing. Or so I’m led to believe when friends call me disciplined. I call it obstinacy. My mother called me obstinate long before I dreamed of creating stories. Actually, she called me that before I was old enough to get lost in a book. We are what we are, fromContinue reading “Discipline”
More Thoughts About Change
I miss my weekly yoga classes. I attended them for more than twenty years, but during Covid, the studio closed down, they sold the props, they sold the building. Caput! No more yoga classes near home. I’m thinking about exercising self-discipline and practicing at home. But it won’t be the same. In a world undergoingContinue reading “More Thoughts About Change”
Changes
In the space of a week—the first week of spring—we woke to the beautiful results of a gentle snowstorm coating all trees and lawns. But by the end of that week our thermometers reached 82 degrees. It’s very early in the year for Sophie to be too hot—but she is. She has begun refusing herContinue reading “Changes”
In Praise of Play
One time when in the middle of writing a novel, I got stuck. I didn’t know how I was going to proceed. And with a full-time job, I had only a half-hour in the mornings to write. My solution was to put a calligraphy class to use by filling a small notebook with italic handwriting.Continue reading “In Praise of Play”
Kate Harrington 