Up next: Living the writer's life in a tiny Vermont village for a beat. ⛰️
Almost done with the research phase 📚 and moving into drafting my manuscript on reclaiming meaning after religion. ✒️ 💙
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My cat checking out the Atlantic.
He does not approve 🌊
I'm exercising my capacity for awe 😍
I recently started submitting work to literary magazines and was just notified that a poem was accepted for publication!
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The last several weeks have been a dream--reading, writing, and wandering the frozen Atlantic shore for inspiration.
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Yep!
Did you know?!
A book of poetry for children! I'm thrilled with this find 📚
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Loving the icy seascape of the Atlantic after this last storm.
This evening I explored a lone rusty lobster trap abandoned by the sea
and frozen sand bubbles that make the most satisfying pop when squished with fuzzy snowboots.
I'm still there but only to keep a eye on various interests while I'm working on a book.
It's wild, isn't it!
Nine degree Fahrenheit walk on the beach tonight, ice crystals on the sand, but it was worth it.
I don't put much emphasis on my birthday each year... but this one is kind of cool.
Tonight I've experienced two items on my wish list...
It's the first night living in my dream state in New England AND I saw bioluminescence for the first time!
New project brewing: a YA hybrid illustrated novel told through the diary of a whimsical, synesthetic teen who renames her journal Wilbur because “Dear Diary” feels too formal for existential musings and doodled frogs in crowns. It’s messy, tender, philosophical, and candle-orange warm. #writing
Emily Dickinson 💙
Nice! Congrats!
Wishing us both the best!
I just figured out that I've been Blueskying all wrong.
Hashtags it is!
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Moving out of academic writing and back into lit.
Getting my contemporary fiction manuscript out on submission and starting my book on reclaiming meaning after religion.
And, of course, continue (reading and) submitting to lit mags 💙
I watch with cc also. Isn't technology (sometimes) wonderful!
Yes! Same.
That's beautiful! And also sad that it came to an end as it did.
I went through several years of deconstructing and healing after some big life changes.
Now, as I return to literary reading and writing (after a decade+ in academia), I feel something changing in me again. A lightness, expansiveness, a new hopefulness.
It's the feeling of being alive, I think.
That's how we made it, too. I love that a simple food can provide such precious memories!
“You know what you are, Esperanza? You are like the Cream of Wheat cereal. You’re like the lumps.” - Sandra Cisneros (The House on Mango Street)
Funny thing, I liked the lumps best. I called them “bells.”
Percolating new ideas is exhilarating but exhausting-
arising time and again through the night to capture liquid thoughts.
I know you know it too. I'm certain all the best words, the ones we desire to become drunk upon, are created this way.
"In the past, I have been compelled to solve problems, to offer insights and help. But in both of these conversations, the most helpful thing I could offer was to listen, to hear."
My A Coffee for a Story prompt cards are here!
I'll be heading out to coffee shops soon to hear the stories that matter most in our lives.
Join me and together we'll discover the hopes and dreams, fears, and triumphs that bring meaning to being human.
Survival isn’t just grit—it’s the quiet breath before the next wave. I’ve spent years in that rhythm, and I know I’m not alone. But I’m no longer looking for connection built only on shared wounds. I’m searching for the kind that’s lifted by glimmers, awe, and the courage to hope.
