My brother-in-law recently shared with me this article from the New Yorker, because he knows my struggle with the writer’s life and knows how much I would savor it. And yes, I loved the article. Everyone should read it, even if you are not a writer because fundamentally it is general life advice that all young … Continue reading Advice to the Young Writer
When you call me, the writer, “the unwritable girl” You know that I know just how much that means. but I want to trim myself down, snip off some corners fold myself neatly into maybe one sentence so we can communicate to the world this thing, uncontainable, bridging my life to yours. Continue reading The Unwritable Girl
“It comforts me to think that if we are created beings, the thing that created us would have to be greater than us, so much greater, in fact, that we would not be able to understand it. It would have to be greater than the facts of our reality, and so it would seem to … Continue reading It Comforts Me
Wrote this a while ago… but, of course, can still very much relate to it. I missed the wedding. I missed their wedding. Because I was too afraid to tell them that I’m always afraid. When the dog starts giving me that worried look like– Calm down. What the hell are you doing? Please come … Continue reading Exit Counseling
…kissed you like currency like a thank you card you give to someone who cracks open your brain and pours in all the new all the good all the ingredients that when mixed that when folded in create a writer -Amy Turn Sharp Find her writing here: http://www.amyturnsharp.com/blog/ Continue reading Love This.
It’s like watching paint dry. <—when I first wrote that I left out the “t” in “paint” so it was “It’s like watching pain dry,” which a guess is a poetic way of saying the same thing. The point is, time is moving by so slowly this week. The Inn is too quiet; … Continue reading Too Quiet
When life is in transition, when there are so many things that are inevitably going to be left behind, when so many things are edging into my life circle and compete with what I know for affection, I find I have to pan back from the overwhelmingly huge picture … Continue reading Beauty in the Little Things