Running towards the Sparks

Here I am, deep into the fires of  …. REVISIONS. Although last week I was somewhat confused, agitated, and anxious, I have since started writing and I’m now looking forward to the deeply cathartic, deeply grounding experience that is the rewrite of this beautiful book. The momentum is high. Everything I do, everything I think […]

grief, loss and transformation

  i love this life. I do. But there are times, there are things that we must, must face. we must face them head on and we must learn from them. Two years, ago, when Mitch and I lost our babe girl Tya, I would never have thought that something good could come of this. […]

“Mom, are you a teenager?”

Teenagers.

They’re a real mystery to Leila. Who’s to blame? Shaggy and his Mystery, Inc. van? The Archie comics she lugs around but can’t read yet, looking at the pictures and inventing her own stories?

a textbook dream unsettles

The dreams are back. It happens every year at this time. First, I start by being in trouble about something. Last night I was in the coordinator’s office and what happened? I forgot to make my textbook selections – there would be no chance the students would have them on time now – I blew […]

too many mystics, not enough time

Mitch checked the mail yesterday. He ran to the kitchen, exclaiming, “Mo! You’ve got mail from the publisher!” I panicked. I started to sweat, my thoughts raced, and then I ignored it. “I’m not opening it now.” I may never open it. Mitch grabbed it from me and threatened to open it himself. My eyes […]

“Mystic Stillbirth” gets an editor

Yae! My writing project continues, through moons and suns and tides and cosmos, after days and weeks and nights and mornings. And I am finally getting somewhere! Mystic Stillbirth has an editor. As I’ve already gone on a bit about, I went to a writing workshop last month called Seawords that invites writers of all […]

Romancing the urban at my best friend’s wedding

Well the first awkward bit of this brief city escapade was none other than the most asked question of the hour, “So how do you know Romina?” My eyes glaze over and I glance downward, smiling like I didn’t hear her. Do I tell her that we met in college? Do I tell her that […]

Kindergarten jitters

So here we are, propelling rapidly towards Spring Park School and Leila’s first day of school. The Yoga Moms (my very amazing woman friends I met when in prenatal yoga class  five years ago) are already planning on canceling work for the day, dropping the kids off at school, and having a long, leisurely lunch […]

where the words will go

This has been one amazing week for me (and twelve other writers) as we’ve been writing and reading and listening and communing … all with the likes of word lovers like ourselve. What a wonderful chance to spend the week with Erika Ritter, a fabulous and witty writer who likes bikes, animals, and dirty politics. […]

Death of the love letter

I heard the most beautiful story on CBC this morning. It was about a couple who exchanged love letters  EVERY … SINGLE … day of their two year engagement.It was the forties, and they were artists. They dreamed together, they fantasized together, and they took the time to write their love down. My heart smiled. […]