A few months back, I wrote a blog post which was rooted in cynicism and, for lack of a better word, paranoia. In 438 words, I made quick work of summarizing what it felt like for me (and I learned many others based on both public and private feedback) to live in a small town. […]Read more "Sometimes, It’s Not So Bad . . ."
In January 2010, I tore the ACL in my left knee playing soccer with a bunch of men in a gymnasium. I had played soccer as a child and through high school, and after a twenty year hiatus, started playing in a women’s league the previous fall. In order to stay “close the game” that […]Read more "Thank You, Torn ACL in my Right Knee"
I hate February. I hate the way it looks and feels. I hate the way I look and feel. It’s all gray and crusty. At this point, year after year after year, I’m ready to take radical action to snap me out of the dull, motivation-lacking, repetitive routine which has devolved into “getting through today” […]Read more "Twenty-Nine Days Too Many"
Here in New England, children do not go to school for a full week in February. Various theories have been set forth for having a week off in February. My favorite is the save-on-heating-costs explanation. My least favorite is the go-to-our-ski-chalet one. The two, when considered in combination, make the Northeast sound like it’s inhabited […]Read more "The Guilt of Winter Break"
For the past few weeks, I have been attending a writing group. Four writers–of which I am one–are given a prompt and twenty minutes to write. The rules are really guidelines and the guidelines are fairly malleable. In many ways, it’s felt like an exercise in writing hard and fast for twenty minutes. I thought […]Read more "Twenty Minutes of Artie"
Four score and several years ago, a great American author sent a letter to his senator in Washington D.C. suggesting that a national holiday be adopted specifically “to forever honor and reinvigorate the uniquely American appreciation for the art and tradition found in the telling of stories.” The senator was intrigued by the idea. While […]Read more "February 16th is National Storytelling Day"
When we were young, our mothers would tell us what to do in nearly every situation. Depending on how old we were and the potential of getting hurt, the matronly warnings would be loud and foreboding. As we got older, our mothers would want to “hear about what’s going on” and, skillfully, they would figure […]Read more "Listen to Your Mother, and those Others, too."