Writing to Pick Up the Pieces

Following Covid, a lot of us felt as if we were languishing. Finding it hard to pick up the pieces. A man I barely know confessed as much to me the other day. “I don’t know where to go from here,” he said. He hoped to restart his business, but time would tell. That’s probablyContinue reading “Writing to Pick Up the Pieces”

Ireland and The Writer’s Life

In Dublin we followed in the footsteps of James Joyce’s protagonist Leopold Bloom, past townhouses with blue and red doors and window boxes brimming with pink petunias. Around every corner and turn, Ireland offered lessons in writing and poetry. Whether Irish or not, whether writer or not, Ireland deeply moves you.  From its rugged coastlines toContinue reading “Ireland and The Writer’s Life”

Women of the East and Southwest

She stands alone with windswept hair, eyes closed as if she were at one with the land. In a nearby courtyard redolent with the aroma of jasmine, a mother and daughter share an eternal moment under high blue skies. The statues of tribal women of the Southwest offer a moment of reflection for the womanContinue reading “Women of the East and Southwest”

Women Who Write Memoir

As writers, we move out of the way and craft real life characters and narratives that resonate with readers. Good writing is built on not worrying about inappropriateness. This “confidence of voice” has been especially challenging for women. Silencing confident women remains prevalent in our society. Although I wrote a version of this post almost fourContinue reading “Women Who Write Memoir”

The Year Of Writing and Books

During this past year, writing saved me. Writing evokes tremendous energy. Time spent writing is never wasted. Walks through woods along paths of creamy dogwood and raspberry-sorbet trees, inspire reflection … always a good use of time. She remembered exploring her grandparents’ house as a little girl, especially the second floor sewing room. Pink-cheeked chinaContinue reading “The Year Of Writing and Books”

My Mother’s Robin

When I was a child, spring arrived when my mother cried out, “Look. The first robin!” No matter that frost in Pennsylvania could linger into May. Mother’s thrill at sighting that small, orange-breasted bird’s return after winter was a sign—spring had officially begun. That’s what I told my friend because she had just said thatContinue reading “My Mother’s Robin”

The Dream Catcher

Recently, as part of its fundraising, the St. Joseph’s Indian School in South Dakota mailed me a dream catcher. The legend of the dream catcher among Native Americans of the Great Plains is that the air is filled with both good and bad dreams. The good dreams passed through the center hole of the dreamContinue reading “The Dream Catcher”

Welcome to Along the Writer’s Way

“Power consists to a large extent in deciding what stories will be told.” ~ Carolyn G. Heilbrun Although some may find this philosophy repugnant, it seems some things do happen for a reason. I had long been thinking about a new website and blog. That said, it’s a steep learning curve. Whoever said that writingContinue reading “Welcome to Along the Writer’s Way”