Life has been crazy busy for me. I have been fortunate to receive a number of great submissions for OVS Magazine, and I have started the White Mountain Kitchen Sessions. Since I decided to start OVS Magazine with Stephen (my hubby), it has taken on a life I never expected.…
As I sit here in front of the fire, listening to the Cranberries, I think about how life changes so quickly. The frost on the car in the mornings, crisp air, and the impending doom or delight of winter is creeping in.…
Back to work today, and back to teaching tomorrow. I feel sure that all of my students were thrilled to have a day off. I would have enjoyed the time more if my head had been clear.
I have been pondering a question about writing lately, “What if I wrote for a living?” Most writers and other artists don’t write or paint, or create their art of any variety full-time.…
Well yesterday and today I have been home sick with a flu/head cold monster that has left me unable to do much more than go from the bed to the chair, to the bed again. In my delusional moments of fever I saw myself at work, going through my daily routine, and writing amazing poems at night.…
I recently had a conversation with my dad who was reading through some of my Mom’s college composition books. During this conversation my Dad said, “All of these writers are crazy!” He went on to explain how they all had some type of mental issue, drug addiction, or sexual deviance.…
I have found lately that life has been more than a little stressful. It is easy to slip into the daily grind and feel like you have nothing left at the end of the day for yourself. Yesterday I was feeling particularly anxious, and so I sat down and wrote.…
Today I got a call back from New Hampshire Technical Institute! They want me to teach one or two sections of Composition. I am thrilled! Now all I have to do is work it out with my day job. The sections are at 8am – 10am, and my choices are Monday and Wednesday, or Tuesday and Thursday.…
Well, today came with mixed responses and emotions. I heard from the New Southerner, they are publishing my review of Sarah Luczaj’s new collection of poetry An Urgent Request. Pirene’s Fountain Poetry Journal rejected several of my poems, but requested I send more as they, “like my style.” I am anxiously awaiting a response from Night Train on the only poem they haven’t rejected “Pumpkins.”
In just a few minutes I am going to break out the guitar for the first time in months and sing my kids to sleep.…
During this weekend I have been working on the finishing touches of a book review, packing my house, and trying to market myself as a poet. Packing is refreshing in a way, the book review is fun, and marketing…well I do that everyday at work for others and it seems to be harder to do it for myself.…
As I am preparing to move to our new home, I am finding that I have accumulated far too much “stuff”. Packing up a house necessitates clearing out the clutter we have collected through the years. This is also true of writing practice.…