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One of the things I love to paint in my long lineup Still Life paintings is a group of vintage cans I’ve accumulated—tobacco cans, powder cans, baking powder cans. I love the look of their graphics, their beautiful colors, and the way they remind me of another time: childhood...
I saw one crimson maple leaf, very small, brilliant, on my driveway next to my mailbox. Last week! No! I cried. I don’t want to see you! I veiled my eyes against that gorgeous thing. It’s hard to accept that summer is waning. Everyone here feels it. People talk about it in dropped voices, low tones. It’s the bad news that supersedes the roiling of the world and its agonies...
Outside my studio window… I begin so many things I write with those words—letters to friends and family, these blog writings. And there, today, my woods are in the infancy of spring. Fine, crescent-shaped young leaves, yellow, on the witch hazel bushes, the scene looking lacy...
A beautiful snow is falling, coating everything. Here in this woods, once snow falls, in December or January, it doesn’t melt until the end of April. But this morning’s covering is fresh, fine. It may be what my farmer neighbors call a sugar snow, for the maple sap that will soon run. But I don’t know these secrets, coming from the concrete streets of Brooklyn...
The bears are asleep now that the temperature has dipped into the single digits, nights in these foothills of the Catskill Mountains. So, I’ve put out the bird feeders. I acquired this wisdom soon after coming here 23 years ago, when my sturdy feeder, made so that squirrels couldn’t chew it through, disappeared...
When personal computers were brand new, in the late 1970s, a friend showed me exponential progression on his computer screen. “Look at this!” he said. I was awestruck...
"Writing is an avenue to wellness that I believe everyone should have access to. There is no greater feeling for me than service through witnessing others’ stories." Writing through Trauma to Truth and Blogging Your Voice, Crafting Your Niche teacher Shawna Ayoub Ainslie shares some insights into both her teaching and creative processes.
"Mostly, what brings me joy is working to be of some use to another writer. I hope that I can help her feel less alone, and that her voice is valued. Because it is." Fiction Writing teacher Jennifer Steil shares some insights into both her teaching and creative processes.
Ever take a chance, a leap of faith? Ever stretch yourself beyond what you thought was possible? What happened when you did? Did you stick your landing, or did you stumble or even fall? Or maybe you can’t stop wondering about this gal, what she might be running from or toward. And do animals get scared to jump? What do you think about when you look at this image? Write about it, then enter February's photo writing prompt contest.
One of the first stories I wrote to submit to the children’s book market, and therefore, first, to the writers group, the one I’ve written about here, in these blog posts, was called, “A Long Way For Tinker.” “You can write,” one of the writers in the group told me after she’d read it. “But I don’t think this one will sell either.”