There just isn’t enough time to write. When I was young, I dreamed of being a writer. I loved the idea of creating stories. Stories about strong, interesting, loving women who had to endure and overcome. I wanted to write about love and life. I wanted my stories to be…

And why it is important. — Creating space to write, or work on your art is crucial. It tells you that you value what you are doing. Yes, I have a desk, a chair, a table. These tangible items say now let me get to work, let me create. In Virginia Woolf’s book A Room of…

To Write, to Love The WRite Life I believed that 2022 was going to be MY year, my birthday being 02/02/2022. Not that I spend much time on numbers, or that sort of thing but I took it as a why not? It’s my turn, right? I’ve paid my dues. …

The WRite Life My character, Julie in my manuscript SELF PORTRAIT, as well as her mother Roberta are as real to me as many people in my life. I know them both well. My editor suggested I make Roberta a foil to Julie. I have been developing both these characters…

There’s a chair in a meadow made out of wood from The Voyager that used to sail from Europe to the Americas. The chair sits in a field of wild irises that bloom throughout the year, in the dry winds of summer, through the chill of fall, into the snows…

“Traveling through the Dark,” William E. Stafford The WRite Life Yesterday was difficult. When I say this my mind seeks to place my feelings in perspective. Nothing tragic happened. The kids and I were to fly to Seattle to visit my sister’s family. Slowly the plans we made months ago denigrated. We planned to fly out of…

Snow as Reflection I am happiest when it snows. I am forced in, then inward. Once inward, I don’t just think of myself, but of how difficult and even life-threatening snow has been on women: Women of days past, Russian farmers, Scandinavian mothers, of my pioneer ancestors, and gold rush…

The WRite Life On Saturday October 30th, 2021 , I was awakened past midnight. My iPhone’s WhatsApp was dinging with messages. My heart fell with anticipation. There are only a few people who contact me through WhatsApp and one is a Sudanese living in Khartoum. I quickly placed on my…