Asking a writer to talk about the process of her own writing is like asking someone about her sex life. It’s slightly embarrassing, because it is so intimate, and frankly, this writer would rather do the deed than talk about it. But I don’t mind telling you what I write about. In broad-brush terms, I have written about alcohol and drug addiction, and more importantly, recovery and the influence of twelve-step programs, incest, racial and religious tolerance, abortion, and war. My short stories often deal with some sort of loss. Not much fun, you say, but it can be. We are talking passion here, folks, and motivation. I hope I’ve fleshed all this out in a readable body of work and even dressed it in a little poetic writing, accessorized with bits of humor and perhaps a gem or two.

A Sky for Arcadia (Chapter One) – Part 5

February 1, 2010 A Sky for Arcadia
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“Oh shit!” Barry’s voice exploded above the general hubbub on the beach.
His attention had been caught by the squeal of brakes in the parking lot. A fire-engine red Trans Am slid to a halt on the gravel, and a tall, muscular teenager bolted from the front seat. The boy managed to kill the engine but [...]

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A Sky for Arcadia (Chapter One) – Part 4

January 28, 2010 A Sky for Arcadia
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The drowning of my town had been exciting and horrifying. Tales circulated among the early-grade-school set about old people who would refuse to leave and pets that would not accept their new homes and insist on staying in the town even though the waters would drown them as surely as it would take their homes.
Such [...]

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A Sky for Arcadia (Chapter One) – Part 3

January 25, 2010 A Sky for Arcadia
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The bitterness in his voice floated up to me with the words. I did not care.
The paramedic looked at Barry diffidently as he handed him the clipboard. “Please sign this,” he said, and then added, “Sir, if you’re a doctor, would you like . . . ?” The young man gestured toward the body.
Barry shook [...]

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A Sky for Arcadia (Chapter One) – Part 2

January 21, 2010 A Sky for Arcadia
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Clearly that was my angular body lying supine, the long legs I have always thought of as clumsy, now inert. The sodden skirt and blouse were certainly the ones I had put on that morning. Their muted tones, turned muddy by the wetting, made my body look like a water splotch on dry sand.
The skirt [...]

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A Sky for Arcadia (Chapter One) – Part 1

January 18, 2010 A Sky for Arcadia
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On Sunday I had tried to explain to Mother, and that was what started it. I wanted to tell her how I felt about Allison. Not just that my daughter was swept away from us at an impossibly young age, but how, for me, that loss represented a broken chain. A chain of mother to [...]

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Musings…

January 14, 2010 Musings
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I’ve just finished reading Susan Jacoby’s The Age of American Unreason. Depressing but the excellent scholarship makes it riveting, especially to those of us who mourn the passing of things we treasured growing up in the thirties and forties; general knowledge about what (and where) things were actually going on in the world, appreciation [...]

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Night Terrors and the Wizard of Oz

January 11, 2010 Poetry

They were under my bed
the creatures with conical hats,
orange and green.
They bobbed around the room
just at the corner of my eye
and disappeared when I looked
directly at them.
They didn’t come every night
but often enough for a year or two
that I would call for my parents
afraid to go to their room.
Mother never heard me
but my father, clad [...]

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Whatever happened to…

January 7, 2010 Musings
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September went somewhere while I was supposed to be writing this for my website. I have a vague recollection of Labor Day and then October showed up on the calendar along with a few red and yellow leaves.
The summer didn’t go that swiftly, but it was productive and, shall I say, balanced. I [...]

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Today

January 4, 2010 Poetry

my grandchildren, quarrelling in the bedroom
made me remember how much
I hated him.
Three years older, he got to do everything
I wanted to do.
He thought of me as spoiled and pampered
and I thought of him as privileged in that special way
a first born can be.
He was an expert tease, careful to ply his trade
out of sight or [...]

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