Tag Archives: writing fiction and craft

This Brief Place

These few days, we’re staying in a house without a clock, which makes me realize just how much of my life is sewn together by those magic hands. When my daughters were tiny, and I was mostly home with them, … Continue reading

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How You Know Yourself

Watching the Olympic swimmers, my daughters wondered what went through the swimmers’ heads while they spent endless hours practicing their watery strokes. Intense concentration, or sometimes a grocery list? I imagine that must be way they know the world, I … Continue reading

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Seeing & Writing

A rare epiphany today. Sitting in on a grade school math class, I listened to children figure strategies to determine the precise number between 28 and 43. Like that, I saw in the sunny classroom the mistaken path I’d taken … Continue reading

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Unfolding Fern

I’m reading tonight at the Hartland Pubic Library, in Hartland, Vermont. Here’s a paragraph from my essay about writing this novel: From the opening sentence, the book arcs as a metaphorical unfolding of a fiddlehead, from youth’s smallness to the … Continue reading

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