I used to think life was like an anthology. Now I think it's more like a novel. Anthologies present one unrelated story at a time. You read a chapter, close it, and don’t need to return to it. Because the next chapter introduces new characters, new scenes, new story. We’re talking realistic fiction in one… Continue reading Life Is Like a Novel
A black hole of nothingness. That's how one of my college roommates once described life after college. She couldn't see what came after graduation, so all she could picture was...nothing. And, secretly, for quite a while, I agreed. Despondent, I would stare into a blank journal or a career aptitude test or the face of… Continue reading Imagination and Fear of the Future
As a kid, I was terrified of getting shots. (Who isn't, right?) But, one year, when I was 10 or so, the phobia started to fade. I gripped Mom's hand, scared as ever, and the nurse told me to pick something happy and focus on it. I started to run through a mental rolodex of… Continue reading Ready Or Not, Here We Go
"Burning the Old Year" by Naomi Shihab Nye:Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. Where there was something and… Continue reading Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot?