I am one happy camper – the essay that’s nearest and dearest to my heart has just been published. It tells about the origin of my going-on-25-years history with Virginia Woolf. More than just a fascination with an author or adoption of a muse or mentor, it was the start of what has become the most fulfilling time of my life and led to my own writing.

My “Pilgrimage”, linked here, is just released at Bloom, a literary site devoted to authors whose first major work was published when they were age 40 or older. Woolf isn’t one of those authors, but I am! The particular call that I responded to was for essays about a book or author that served as inspiration, so it’s fitting all the way around.

The old Dean Martin song reflects what’s been on my mind lately–memory. How accurate it is or isn’t, and, in the case of memoir, whether or not it matters. An upcoming paper I’m presenting on Virginia Woolf and memoir is the occasion for the research and reflection, but it’s a factor in my personal essays as well.

Which is a way to introduce my recently published piece, “Memento Mori” (“remember you must die,”) which challenged my recall. I’ll echo another Wolff, Tobias, who, in This Boy’s Story said: “… memory has its own story to tell. But I have done my best to make this a truthful story.”

Here’s “Memento Mori” in Jet Fuel Review.

So, as the story goes–my story–I tried to learn Italian after failing miserably at Spanish and French. Insanity, they say, is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results….

But I had fun writing about it, and “Che bella lingua” (linked here) appears in the Spring issue of Tinge Magazine.

Ciao!

Perhaps you’re like me and grimace at every misplaced apostrophe you come across–yes, I know who you are–but consider the bright side of being a punctuation fanatic; you take joy when you see punctuation used creatively, expressively.

I’ve always loved those clever and powerful little marks–some more than others–and that’s the subject of my latest essay, “Fascinating Rhythm: In Praise of Punctuation,” linked here and just published in a new issue of Spry Literary Journal.

Writing and reading–or more to the point, reading my own writing. Out loud. Recorded for public consumption. Oh my! How did that happen?

My short, somewhat tongue-in-cheek essay, “Real Real Red, or, Goodbye to All That,” was recently published in the Australian print journal, Skive, its farewell issue after ten years of publication. More than 100 authors are represented in this send-off anthology, a tribute to publisher Matt Ward.

To promote the issue, Matt asked several of us to record our work. “Real Real Red” is linked here, and other audio readings are linked on Skive’s website.

How’s that for ending the year on a high note? In fact, it’s been a fantastic year for me, and I consider myself fortunate beyond belief. Thanks to friends and readers for your support and encouragement. Here’s wishing one and all a happy and healthy and creative new year.

Three generations of girl meets boy – everything changes and everything stays the same. After writing about on-line dating last year in “Kissing Frogs,” I thought it would be fun to make some comparisons and observations, keeping it in the family. The double entendre helped. “Got a Match?” has been published in the just-released fall issue of Prairie Wolf Press Review, linked here.

Has it really come to this – writing about root vegetables?

I’m quite tickled (rhymes with pickled, which is one of the things you do with them) that “The Last Turnip” was accepted for publication in the journal Souvenir. It’s linked here. Be sure to scroll all the way down, beneath my photo, to see the “souvenir” referred to in the story. Thanks to Ava for sharing the experience with me and for the photo.

Virginia Woolf isn’t in this essay, but she wrote a lot about food, knowing, as I’ve discovered, how it captures so much of life. In a letter to a friend, she said: “Why is there nothing written about food—only so much thought? I think a new school might arise, with new adjectives and new epithets, and a strange beautiful sensation, all new to print.”

You’re probably wondering – can this be beet? And what will turnip next? Stop me if you carrot all…

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