Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Or some of us, most of us, ok, all of us do at one time or another. After contemplating a recent fall–not my first & probably not my last–and believing the pain and humiliation to be a universal condition, I decided to write about it.
“Falling” has just been published in the August-September Pilcrow & Dagger–the issue’s theme is “That’s Gonna Leave a Mark.” You can read my essay here or download the issue from the website.
What’s a pilcrow, you ask? Check it out on the cover–it’s the backwards “P” used as a paragraph mark.
or “my life up in smoke,” or “ashes to ashes,” or “no butts about it” … my latest published essay is about cigarettes I have smoked, from first to last and beyond.
“Smoke and Mirrors” appears in the Summer issue of The Chaos – read it here.
If you don’t remember that song–what can I say–you’re young. Good for you. And the rest of us can sing along with Doris Day.
The incident in my essay “Whatever Will Be” was buried until a random writing prompt unearthed it: “Call up an unfamiliar memory … examine it as if for the first time … see what’s hidden….” And there it was, as if waiting to be summoned from the deep. I intentionally didn’t ask my brother to fact-check it, as I often do when writing about our childhood, because I wanted it to be my own recollections and reflections. Now, however, David replies with amazement, says he too had forgotten.
“Whatever Will Be” appears now in the summer issue of The Citron Review, a lovely, lemony journal that I’ve long admired. Click here to read.
This one’s for you, Bro….
You may think me a noodle (see “H”) when you discover that noodles–in life, in history, and of course in sauce–are the topic of my latest A to Z (abecedarian). Behind every noodle is a memory–or behind every memory is a noodle?–with bits of trivia thrown in for good measure. I love this form and come back to it now and again for the fun of it and as a way to challenge, stretch, and use my noodle (see “U”).
“Noodling A to Z” was published in a special food issue of Room, a Canadian print journal that features “literature, art, and feminism since 1975.” Read “Noodling” here.
Some of you will remember the old ads: women in the costumes of professions that were in the realm of impossible or highly unusual for women then–firefighter, astronaut, brain surgeon, symphony conductor, football player, &c–clad in some recognizable trappings of their ‘wannabe’ aspiration (helmet, stethoscope, baton) and provocatively posed to reveal their lacy, pointy undergarment (as if that was the kind of support we needed to achieve equality).
When I first started to write about not going to U.C. Berkeley in the ’60s when I woulda/coulda/shoulda and about my later political awakening, I tied my ruminations to this bizarre recollection, symbolic of the many preposterous things that were in the air back then. Many drafts and a couple of years later the underwear was gone and the essay became ‘Berkeley Revisited,’ in homage to one of my favorite books, Brideshead Revisited.
I’m happy to say the essay is now in print and online at Adelaide Literary Magazine, and you can read it here.
How did I come to write about 19th-century Arctic exploration? It started with a song, as I explain in my essay “The Idea of North.” One thing led to another, and I was off on a tangent of research & reading, trying to make sense of such a diverse body of findings.
Surely, some might think, she’s not going to be able to fit Virginia Woolf into this one! But my work has a strong literary component, and Woolf belongs by virtue of my quest starting while I was staying in her home village and by a not-surprising-when-you-think-about-it connection in A Room of One’s Own.
The result was this piece, just published in The Baltimore Review, but my fascination with the subject continues, and I continue to read about polar ice and cold and the people who pursue it from the safety of sunny San Diego. Read “The Idea of North” here.