I’ve obsessed so much that I’ve been off the blogosphere, and I just learned, off the tidysphere.
I woke up this morning to battalions of tiny black ants marching…
Category: Writing
The Indelible Footprints of Evelyn Dabritz
I like writing about people like Evelyn Dabritz as opposed to chasing media kings, queens, princes and princesses who offer nothing but noise. Their insignificant steps don’t even leave footprints behind.
Adventure, Mystery and Entertainment, “Life is A Trip,” says Judith Fein
One can hike with Fein down into the depths of an ancient tomb in Israel; climb into Guatemala highlands; and then turn a page and land in Micronesia or even on a small, but well-traveled road in Spain.
The yin and yang of writing
And that, perhaps, is the purpose of memoirs. Really, who gives three flying pigs about my life? Much more interesting tales have and will be told. But at the same time, the writer in me wishes to connect with her readers and render that commonality we share. You know, ring a bell, strike a chord, hit a nerve.
Chasing wild hares and finding “Jackrabbit Highways”
Cowing’s 2009 Jackrabbit Highways juts along paths of loss, wonder, anger, self-revelation and discovery. Like a quick-moving jackrabbit, Cowing’s precise word movement is as pleasant juicy to read as the first bite into a September-ripened tomato as noted in her poem “Tomato.”
Hippies Caused Today’s Financial Crisis
And while all these hippies were free loving each other, “they begat the Credit Card Generation.” (I’m still thinking this had to have been a parody.)
Why Am I Writing A Memoir?
“Ca Girls” is a memoir in progress, that isn’t so much about me, as it is about a generation–My Generation. I can only show the story through my experience. My aging generation teeters
It’s 3 a.m. It’s Quiet Everywhere, Except Inside My Head
The only noise now, at 3 a.m. PST, is my stupid cell phone beeping every 15 minutes. It’s hidden deep inside my monstrous purse. I don’t wish to ruffle thru the purse to find the phone that will sing it’s Verizon lullaby and then wake up spouse. So I let it beep.
Writing Hell — A California Girl’s Memoir.
I’ve concluded that scribing a memoir, on line, on this blog site, is lunacy. If Hemingway were doing this, he’d have visited self-annihilation much earlier. Swimming with hungry sharks seems more rational.
Welcome to the Muse Pallet
Blogs, photos, books, ideas, musings…all splashes of paint from a pallet inside my head. From my former blogs, www.sixohdear.blogspot.com, and http://www.amothersperspective.blogspot.com, I have posted my favorites. I’ll add… Read more “Welcome to the Muse Pallet”
The Muse Pallet 