Today and Tomorrow
Today is... ... the undulating blue of the mountains against the bright of the sky ... the dusting of snow on the summits ... the road swinging up the side of the ridge ... the blinding sun turning to amber as it sinks towards the horizon ... a song like a hammock ... a song that hugs the [...]
Magic in the Winter Woods @ VCCA
I have returned to the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts (VCCA), where I'm trying to be immensely productive during my two-week residency. When I get tired, or need to rev myself up in the morning, I walk through the woods where the soft winter sunlight works its magic. Of course I don my camera, and then I get lost in [...]
Mini Memoir Workshop @ Hemingway House
I'll be teaching a Mini Memoir Workshop at the Hemingway Birthplace Home as part of my gig as writer-in-residence. It will be a series of four evening classes in February and March, meeting in the parlor of the Hemingway House, and focused on producing short pieces of memoir. If you're in Chicagoland and interested, head on over to the Ernest [...]
Artist & Writer’s Workbook 2015
Before we move too far into this new year, I am happy to present you with the Artist & Writer's Workbook 2015. Last year, for the first time, I decided to formalize and publish the review process that I do myself at the turn of every year to assess where my creative pursuits have taken me. My “Writer’s Workbook 2014” [...]
Four Years of Blogging
My four year blogging anniversary came and went, and I didn't even notice until I was looking for something else in my Morning Pages book from a year ago and sptted a list of blog posts I was planning to write, among them reflections on what was then three years of blogging. I can only conclude that blogging has become [...]
Those Who Trod Before Me
A freshly snowed-on sidewalk reveals who has walked before us. I never quite appreciated that until yesterday morning, when I took my daily walk while it was snowing softly. I had stepped out mainly to appreciate the marvel of winter after returning from Israel, where we could sit outside for lunch. As I walked along. listening to the squish of [...]