A Writing Life—In transition
I’m back in my home in Santa Fe following my teaching gig at the Yale conference. (Here’s the view from my front door the first morning I woke up in my house!) And now I am getting on to the business of being a…
Author, Editor of Memoir & Narrative Nonfiction
I’m back in my home in Santa Fe following my teaching gig at the Yale conference. (Here’s the view from my front door the first morning I woke up in my house!) And now I am getting on to the business of being a…
What a heady week it was. My class on Memoir Writing at Yale was so big it overflowed the assigned room and we had to move across the street to an auditorium: Sudler Auditorium in Harkness Hall which is very near Sterling Memorial Library, the…
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Later this month I’ll be on the faculty of the International Women’s Writing Guild (IWWG) 34th annual summer conference beginning June 24 on the campus of Yale University: http://www.iwwg.org. The Guild’s goal is, “personal and professional empowerment of women through writing,” and it draws women…
Here’s my summer writing desk at the cabin in the Sandhills. I’ve had time to turn back to my new book. You know what that’s like—life often gets in the way. I’m writing about love and inheritance and playing with modular and linear structures in…
My head is swimming with houses. I’ve looked at so many potential homes in and around Santa Fe, I can hardly think. Ever had real estate overload?
When I get back to the ranch where I am staying, I have friends to greet me. Here are some photos of my buddies.
Just couldn’t get the pooches to cooperate for a perfect pose. But they’ve been such good companions these past weeks I wanted you all to meet them. That’s Garbo in the back with the curly tail, and Newman in the front with his nose to the ground.
After a year of travels through Europe and repeated treks across the U.S., I have come home to Santa Fe. The elegance of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains holds me in its palm. I have many stories to write, and I am eager to settle.…
Five hours via train and express bus operated by Deutsche Bahn Railways and I was in Prague. A quick weekend dash to the East from the Village of Schwaebisch Hall where I have been submerged in German. Sometimes I can not keep my sentences straight…
Schwaebisch Hall—November 11, 2010
It’s the end of my first week of an Intensive German Language course at the Goethe Institute in Schwaebisch Hall, Germany. Those years of college language courses creep back into consciousness. Grammar flows onto the page, but still I stand in the vegetable section of the local Kaufland grocery store buying pistachios and apples and go blank when a colleague greets me with “Wie gehts!”
All my travels in Europe earlier this year made me crave a closeness with the German culture that I hadn’t felt since my humanities and music study in college. What all this will mean for the story I am writing I can not say right now, but I trust that it will be revealed when I need to know.
Wish I’d had a photo of me plunging through high water in Piazza San Marco the other day. I’d share it here, but it will have to live in memory. The crowds were queuing for the wooden walkways, but I had on knee waders.…
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