Dyslexic Writers: Why Write?
What Writing Means to Me: Truth Tempered With Love On the eve of my eleventh birthday, I informed my mother that I wanted to be a writer. I had just…
What Writing Means to Me: Truth Tempered With Love On the eve of my eleventh birthday, I informed my mother that I wanted to be a writer. I had just…

"Hi Mom...wanted to let you know I'm heading into Yosemite today...be out Thursday sometime... Call when I'm out. Love you..." I feel so grateful he has come to love and appreciate the natural world, but there are days I wonder if I raised him to be a little to ruggedly independent...he'll be fine-right! Hopefully, he checked in with the ranger and gratefully, he usually waits to share sordid details until it's way too late...like avalanches, cliff-diving adventures in Southern France...the kind of details I do appreciate learning about after the fact. And now my own appreciation of the natural world is being recorded with my i-phone!
You came back to me After all these years Dressed in nothing But the Dao So timeless This song you sing I see you now Standing before me Even in…

My recent poem post came to me in the middle of the night, I got up, turned on the light, wrote it quickly in my journal, then promptly went back to sleep and forgot all about it. I don't know where poetry is birthed from, or even what this poem means, but this week of my 52nd birthday has me thinking thoughts of birth and rebirth. Perhaps it will mean something to you.
Attending and presenting at the Write by the Lake Conference last week with UW Madison's Division of Continuing Studies, I took a fun and fabulous class with Angela Rydell on…
This week I turn 52. Oh. My. God. Okay, it’s not totally ancient, but the scary thing is, I find myself wrestling with the same questions that haunted me at…
Spanking Shakespeare: A Gross Great Read! Just finished listening to the audiobook of Spanking Shakespeare by Jake Wizner. This is a fabulous YA novel, an excellent choice for "cool guys,"…