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If we are able to untie the damsel in distress tied to the railroad tracks in time, this period in American history will mark an explosion of courage, compassion, and citizenship. We are boycotting big companies, buying out the Dollar Store’s inventory of poster… Continue Reading “Rise Up to Save Her”
I learned this today. Unless you tell people that the cookies are oatmeal chocolate chip, they’re going to assume there are raisins involved. And that provokes a lot of unarticulated raisin bias, the slightest of nods, the looking away to listen to a sound… Continue Reading “Bring Your Cookies, Your Stories, Your Poems, Yourself”
They laughed. Last night, at ComedySportz in Milwaukee when I read my essay, “Crop Tending,” they laughed. Later, my husband said it was because I paused like Jack Benny, letting the expectation of laughter hang in the air, like I wouldn’t keep reading unless… Continue Reading “Sweetness in the Telling”
The practice at my writing workshop is that each writer reads their piece aloud to the other writers present. While the reader reads, the listeners jot notes and the reader tries to ignore their jotting, hoping that it is all praise and not harsh… Continue Reading “The Nakedness of Reading”
After two or three months off, I went back to Red Oak Writing tonight to a new writers workshop. It had been a long, busy, complicated day that included writing an essay about an experience I had several years ago when I was an… Continue Reading “99 New: Five Reasons to Join a Writers Group”
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