a weekend of amazement

Once a year, Camp happens. A camp for adults. Focused on courage, creativity, and community. Because those three things are intertwined and also because those three things are vital. Do you want or need to access your courage in a new or bigger way? Do you want or need to reignite your creativity? (Not just poets, writers, and artists, but all humans!) Do you want or need to find a tribe that is both supportive and challenging? Come to Camp! November 6-9, 2014 near Asheville,...

mother’s day is hard for me.

To be honest, Mother’s Day is tough for me. I talked to my mom yesterday when she called, and again today. It is a weekend that weighs heavy on us, even as much as we celebrate our own mothers, and our own children who made us mothers. “We took him to the hospital 34 years ago yesterday,” she said. “It doesn’t seem possible it’s been 34 years,” she continued. “It sure doesn’t,” I said. Daddy died on that Mother’s Day weekend in 1980. We found Mother’s Day cards he had written to my mom in the trunk of his car after he died. These anniversaries have a weightiness to them, like full storm clouds just before a big rain. Tomorrow is the 34th anniversary of his death. I don’t think my mother ever returned or recovered from that. I returned, but I didn’t recover either. The world is so, so full of transient beauty. Perhaps those words cannot exist except in direct proximity to one another....

thinking thursday

MIND Why has the U.S. media ignored the abduction of 200+ girls? And why are they now paying attention? More reading of importance on this topic: #BringBackOurGirls and Nigeria’s Stolen Girls. Please pick one–let us humanize this tragedy. Here’s a list of books that author Junot Diaz wants you to read. Is it wrong that I was thrilled to hear him mention William Gaddis, even in the context of disparaging MFA programs that focus too heavily on white writers? BODY I think this must appear on my table soon. Very soon. Suddenly, I feel I’ve let myself down on the popcorn front. You had me at roasted. 8 fitness apps to try. I’m going to give FitRadio and the heart rate one a try! Some great ideas for frugal living. It’s the new black. SOUL Memorializing the dead takes on so many different beautiful forms around the world. Gardening is good for the soul. WORD “If we are without peace in the world, it is because we have forgotten we belong to each other.” -Mother...

this is not goodbye

Sometimes when people die, we feel we are saying goodbye to them. But, in truth, we are not. We are wholeheartedly saying hello to those intangible parts of them that have embedded themselves in us, like splinters–sometimes painful, yes, but far more beautiful. My friend, Gwyn Michael, died recently. Gwyn was an artist who, when diagnosed with cancer, made art of her bone scans. She was a sprite and a seeker and a friend. She created art that I so appreciate and love. Gwyn’s memorial service is today in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. And while I couldn’t be there in person, though I longed to, I was asked to “speak,” and sent this message: Gwyn Michael Memorial, May 4, 2014 To Gwyn and her beloved family and friends, I was honored to know Gwyn in this lifetime—to be able to witness her human-ness, her artistic vision, her loves and hurts, her gifts. And I was honored to speak with her just before she started her new journey, one in which those bone scans from which she made such beautiful art have no meaning except as markers on an extraordinary trek. I knew Gwyn through my work in the world, and through hers, and beyond all that as two human beings navigating life as best we could. Hers was a deeply artistic eye, and her artwork graced my books in gorgeous ways. I knew Gwyn long before I met her. And I would like to share the story of our meeting. I was doing a book reading in Massachusetts and there was no local book store to help with selling my books after the...