This morning, Michael, my favorite yoga teacher, started class with a prompt.
Fill in this blank, he said: “I should be ______________.
The first word that popped into my mind was “writing.” Continue reading
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Tell Me Something Good
Once or twice a month, my friends Kim and Shari and I send each other quick, unedited essays. We intended to do this every week, but we’re not that consistent. Calling them essays is rather ambitious; they’re more like snippets or observations. We share a Dropbox folder labeled “Tell Me Something Good,” and fill it with these brief missives – a page or less, first drafts, first thoughts, reflections on something that made us smile or feel grateful or breathe a sigh of relief. Continue reading
Visiting Teacher
The students were not cooperating.
Here I was, a real live writer, swooping in with pearls of wisdom while their hardworking English teacher was out of town celebrating the birth of her first grandchild.
Every day they entered the classroom with the same two questions: “What is the baby’s name?” and “Does today’s assignment count?”
I didn’t know the baby’s name. But of course our work together counted! This was real live education — fresh and relevant and ready for the world. Or at least that was my take on it. Continue reading
Magic
My daughter did a magic trick. She sawed the beautiful lady in half right before my eyes – except she did it with words, with her remarkable story about September 11 and New York, with people flying within reach of the Twin Towers and kissing beneath street lamps and flowers falling from the sky. Continue reading
Writing It Down 