“What’s a hook-up, anyway?”

      Words and meanings are slippery. Crossing cultures and time, words have a way of morphing.     Generational Syntactical Blunders One evening after dinner, a young man visited our household for dessert and studying with my oldest … Continue reading

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Writing Truth and Memory in Memoir

There is truth and falsehood in a comma.                        -Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love   image courtesy goodreads As a memoirist and writing instructor, I am often asked and often ask … Continue reading

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Carve Out Writing Time & Guard it Like a Zealot… Until It’s Time to Make Chicken Soup

The title pretty much sums up my week. I worked for days, banking time to free up this last Thursday and Friday for working on the book. “Only two chapters to go. How hard could it be?”  I won’t tell … Continue reading

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Not Writing and Healing: the mid-age knee saga

The first knee-twist-lock-F-bomb scenerio August leaving the English Department with the Director of Humanities—my new boss, we chatted and laughed as I pushed against a massive oak door leading outside. Mid push my left knee snapped, folded and locked. Falling … Continue reading

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Keeping Track of What’s Important

One time in Belize, because Mr. Hubby and I miscued on who was in charge of whose bags, my backpack with all my camera gear and SD cards—all of our pictures from the whole trip—took off in the small airplane … Continue reading

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Follow up to the Paris Birthday Surprise Trip: Or How all I Got from Paris was this Lou…Awesome Postcard

My always-thoughtful father-in-law, sent me this postcard about Mischa surprising him in Paris for his birthday.  I shall give my translation skills a whirl. Too bad I’m meeting my German- speaking, Swiss journalist friend for breakfast–too late for a translation … Continue reading

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Writing Through the Handicaps, Or Not.

Just when I established a rhythm, just when I thought I had it all under control, it all kind of oozed out between my fingers. Or at least one finger. I was on a (writing) roll in February. Kids were … Continue reading

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Laughing into memory: Sharing a Buffalo blizzard with my teenager & mother

Last week my fifteen-year-old laughed at seeing her breath one morning as she scraped frost off her the windshield of the car. For the first time. My pleasure came from the pure, uncensored delight of that laugh. She’s a teenager. … Continue reading

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Romancing family: a surprise birthday visit to Paris underway

I kissed my hubby goodbye February 15th.  He’s on a mission to intercept his father and SURPRISE him for his 75th birthday.The kicker? His father’s in PARIS on a weekend trip with his girlfriend.  And he doesn’t know his son’s about to surprise … Continue reading

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