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I’ve decided to practice what I teach (<–nope, not a typo). When I teach writing, I harp endlessly on the need to write often, to keep the muscle memory of writing flexed and supple. It’s like playing an instrument, I say, or practicing a sport. That’s why at the beginning of each class I provideContinue reading “Gathering Rosebuds”
So I was standing outside a groovy record shop in the college city of Eugene, OR one day last week. I was waiting for my husband, who could have happily been in the store for hours, but I was outside (because small store, Covid, etc.), scrolling through Twitter. A youngish (teen? 20 something?) couple walked by.Continue reading “This Old Grey Goose is Kind of a Bitch”
I’ve been thinking a lot about trying: trying times, trying new things, trials and tribulations. And last week, trial by fire as the devastating Almeda fire burned just 25 miles from my home. As I went for my walk today (freshly reminded of how rare and wonderful a smoke-free sky can be), I tried toContinue reading “On Trying”
I don’t have cancer. I have had cancer. I maybe will have cancer, and I maybe will have had cancer. In the end, I may die of cancer. Even if I don’t, I’ll still be what they call a cancer survivor. I guess when I was diagnosed about a year ago (the day before myContinue reading “My breasts tried to kill me.”
I want to share some memories about one of the coolest nights of my life, when I met and shared a meal with one of my heroes, Ursula K. Le Guin. I’m not even going to try to be clever in this post (I usually try too hard at that anyway). I’m surprised by howContinue reading “I hope Ursula K. Le Guin’s paradise is a kind of library”
Hi. Just checking in with you all. It’s been a while. I wonder if you’re having a rough time, too. Have you, like me, had a tiny little festering ball of worry in the pit of your stomach since November 8, 2016? That’s the date we elected this man president of the United States. .Continue reading “A Coupla Thoughts in the Time of Trump”
Sorry, this is going to be really self-indulgent. I mean, who fills up a blog with their New Year’s resolutions as though anybody cares? Resolutions: Stop apologizing for being self-indulgent. Especially about my own blog. (Actually, I should stop apologizing quite so much all around. My friend Teresa pointed it out to me once andContinue reading “My New Year’s Resolutions (May Contain Trump)”
Theater is a distillation, not a distraction. Like most of America, I have a lot of thoughts about the statement Brandon Victor Dixon read to Vice-President-Elect Mike Pence after the November 18th production of Hamilton and Donald Trump’s tweeted reaction. There are those who think it was disrespectful for the cast to call out aContinue reading “I am George III, Know You Not That?: On Trump, Hamilton, and Shakespeare”
The AP just announced that Donald Trump will be President of the United States. The man who has declared that America’s top priority will be walling ourselves off from our neighbors and who thinks climate change is a hoax. The man who wants religion to be a litmus test for citizenship. The man who helpsContinue reading “After Trump, What?”
One of the best things about being an independent scholar (whatever that term means) is that my enthusiasms are no longer policed by the academy. Note: Which is not to say that academics are unenthusiastic about their topics. It’s a truism that academics have a proprietary relationship–well, really, they fall in love with–the subjects ofContinue reading “Much Ado About Doodles”
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I’m a writer, teacher, library advocate, and breast cancer survivor. I live in Southern Oregon, where the mountains are tall, the lakes crystal clear, and the beer hoppy. I’m currently working on a novel set in 17th-century England that involves witches, alchemy, and a wicked-smart crow.
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