As a writer I think about words in all their nuance, music, use and misuse. I submit work in the hope of having it published. In this context, submission is a good thing. No pressure, except what I put on myself in terms of deadlines, not to mention the emotional underpinnings of rejection vs. … [Read more...] about Submit Surrender Retreat: my corona diaries
A MOUSE I don’t do well with mice . . . (unless they’re the animated Disney variety making a dress for Cinderella or of the Mickey/Minnie ilk). They keep us on our toes in scoping out their secret hiding places, unnerve us with the uncertainty of their moves. The other night, the sight of … [Read more...] about In my secret life
Mid-October, late afternoon, a day positively brimming over with autumn light. Rain has taken down too many leaves too soon. All the more reason to relish the translucent mix of yellow and orange and green holding fast to branches on a tree in the distance. Autumn, even a less-than-vibrant one, asks … [Read more...] about From Iceland to Anatevka
Labor Day has come and gone, and with it the season most riddled with paradox. If those long light-filled days of summer are so lazy hazy, why do they seem to slip away in a flash? Plausible theories may explain why time seems to speed up as we age. But even as a child, the … [Read more...] about Just keep swimming . . . and blogging?
Yesterday’s walk found me unsettled at the sight of a sign -- estate sale pickup – in the driveway of a house I pass by all the time. Cars were lined along the road. It’s been many months since I’ve seen my neighbor, who I often chat it up with if she’s out during my walk. I … [Read more...] about Transcendence
The first public library I ever walked into was on wheels. There was an elementary school, more than one synagogue and church, but no nearby library in the Brooklyn neighborhood of my early childhood years. Situated on the edge of East Flatbush and Canarsie, that maze of 20 six-story … [Read more...] about The Bookmobile