I love to learn about the craft of writing from other writers. A well-written story can seem like a bit of alchemy at times, a true mystery– how do these words come together to evoke these feelings? Seeing a writer break down his chosen method inspires confidence, the feeling that “yeah, I can totally do this,” without …
Way back in May, which seems like forever ago now, back when the kids were still in school, back when days were warm and nights were cool, you get my drift… Way back in May, I was in the library with my friend Rachel and our kids. I spied a book on a bookcase across …
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I call my sister’s house the abyss. Lovingly, of course! Alternatively, it’s a time warp. I don’t know why or how but I seem to lose all sense of time when I’m at Kate’s house. I walk in the door at 9:30 and before I know it, it’s past dinner time and I’m hollering at …
{I used to write these Slice of Life posts way back in the day when Two Writing Teachers first started it but then I stopped teaching and sort of dropped out of everything teacher-related. But since I’ve recommitted myself to a regular writing practice as one of my goals for 2014, I’m coming back to …
Do you ever read something and say to yourself, “Shit. That’s what I was trying to say”? Remember my last blog post, which I wrote for From Left to Write, about The Expats? If you recall, I wrote: A recurring theme in this season of my life, the season of small children and endless keeping …
Heather and I, post-race and pre-pancakes Saturday night, before the Danskin Triathlon out in Sandy Hook, was a veritable carb-fest at my friend Heather’s house. I shoved penne down, in between bites of chicken francaise. All week, I’d been scheming ways to avoid this tri while saving face. I was tired and not feeling it, …
I lay awake in bed this morning, woken up by a toddler with a very wet diaper. I clean her up and she climbs into bed with us, next to her father and sister. She finds a comfortable position and goes back to sleep. I, on the other hand, am not so lucky. It is …