I hate roller coasters. When I was a child, we spent our summers in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. In the late afternoons, we took a ten minute walk to an amusement park where we ate pizza, French friesand cotton candy. We played the ring toss and we rode the bumper cars,...
TheEye of the Storm On September 11th, 1992, a category 4 hurricane struck the Hawaiian island, Kauai. Someone I knew was living there at the time. Ironically, she had moved away from Los Angeles because she was afraid of earthquakes and she’d been on the island a...
We experienced a huge collectiv disappointment this week. We all worked so hard. We donated, knocked on doors, texted, made phone calls, wrote postcards, talked to each other and tried tostay hopeful. We used our discipline to stay positive. We believed we were on the...
More than half, maybe as much as two-thirds of my life as a writer, is rewriting. I wouldn’t say I have a talent that’s special. It strikes me that I have an unusual kind ofstamina.” – – – John Irving When I was writing my...
I was doing my four mile walk with my ear buds in, listening to a book on tape. The author was a woman whom I consider my coach and spiritual teacher, Pema Chodron, and she was talking about gossip. In her usual humble way, she was using her own life as anexample. I...
My Love Affair I have a love affair with writing. It’s the last thing I think about before I fall asleep and it’s the first thing I think about when I wake up. Every morning, I sit at my computer, put my fingers on the keyboard and let them fly across the letters. It...
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