Category Archives: Essays

The Blue of Doug Wyatt’s Eyes

Color associations: blue–my first boyfriend’s eyes and my first new car; green–the Emerald City of Oz; little brown birds, a purple bathrobe, Antarctic white that isn’t all white; history, psychology, and Virginia Woolf. “The Blue of Doug Wyatt’s Eyes” encompasses … Continue reading

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Maybe Next Time. Maybe.

Highs and lows, starts and stops. My running future hangs in the balance. I ponder it in “Maybe Next Time. Maybe.” published in the latest issue of Gravel. Will she or won’t she? Read it here.  

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B is for Breakfast

Meals and memories intertwined again. I think I’m done writing about food, but there’s always more. My latest personal essay, “B is for Breakfast,” is published online at Hobart–read it here. Can lunch and dinner be far behind?  

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Running While Old

The title speaks for itself. Running presents challenges to everyone, but some are unique and others take on special meaning as the years accrue. “Running While Old” was published this summer in Raven Chronicles, a fat and fabulous print issue … Continue reading

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The Years by Annie Ernaux: Memoir of a Generation

The Years is a recent memoir by a French writer, Annie Ernaux. The Years is also the title of Virginia Woolf’s 1937 novel. Doubly intrigued, I read Ernaux and marveled at the way she tells her story, never using the word “I,” so … Continue reading

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Y is for You

I’ve had the privilege of contributing to two of Spry Literary Magazine’s ABCs of Writing Series – the first on writing creative nonfiction (“M is for Mentors,” 2016) and now the ABCs of Flash Writing. This time I chose the … Continue reading

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Jesus Saves, I Don’t

or, “when in doubt, throw it out.” Hoarders, unless they overdo it, are looked upon with compassion and empathy, but anti-hoarders, non-savers–there isn’t even an un-negative name for us–are eyed with suspicion. What are these hard-hearted Hannahs hiding? I’m taking … Continue reading

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