Thought I’d post a bit of my work-in-progress, Looking-Glass Girl. In this scene, my protagonist, Alice, first meets Suzanne Manet, wife of Edouard Manet.
My mom has always been all about stories. When I was little, she read and read to me: Winnie the Pooh, Ramona the Pest,
I lost my father in July. Then in August, my husband underwent a high-risk surgery. And then last week, I had surgery to determine whether I have cancer.
Dad had a birthday today. “I never thought I’d live to 82,” he said.
“Dad,” I told him,
“Some days I feel the ground shifting beneath me, the revelations bursting like fireworks over my head,” I wrote a few days into inviting the bogeyman of Dad’s mental illness onto my blog.
The day after I put my secret blog post together about the Children of Suicide, I got emotional backlash. I had thought I could write about other people’s trauma,
The secret blog entry in the link below was a tentative step toward the chasm.
“I am going to say this from right here, right now! The Synopsis of The Summer of No Regrets is SO misleading. It leads a reader to believe that it is a frilly novel with no depth,
It’s funny how a poem can capture a particular moment, so that when you read it years later that whole period of life comes back.