Two hundred and fifty-four plus rejections and counting later…

Looking back on the dumpster fire of a year that 2017 was in so many ways, I thought I’d try to focus on some good things that happened to me in the middle of the all-around shit-storm. Roxane Gay had a series of tweets recently correcting people … [Read more...]

Diary of a Novel: July 8

Traveling makes me nervous. Which isn't to say I don't enjoy traveling. I do. But also the thought of stepping out of my familiar front door out into the world is also always a little bit terrifying. It always helps to carry some bit of home with … [Read more...]

Diary of a Novel: June 18

Life is weird. Sometimes it's weird in ways that make you feel like you can barely stand up under the weight of it. And then sometimes it's weird in ways that lift you up and feel a little bit like flying. I should have been almost done with the … [Read more...]

Diary of a Novel: June 5

Life changes so fast. Nothing stays the same. As a Buddhist, this is one of the keys to happiness. We must contemplate impermanence. That person you're angry at right now? Ask yourself where you'll both be in 300 years. Dust. You'll both be dust. … [Read more...]

Diary of a Novel: June 1

I've never been a writer who talks a whole lot about the process of writing. Maybe that's because I don't have a local writing community. I have lots of great writing friends scattered geographically, but no one really available for a chat in the … [Read more...]

The loneliness of first base

We went to see a Reds game last night and sat behind first base. The seats were as close as I’ve ever been to a Major League field. If I walked down a few steps, I would have been on the same level as Joey Votto, the Reds first basemen and my … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 16

For Day 16, an anagrammatic poem about our cat, Kevin. Kevin Keep her, as in what my husband knew I would say if he pointed out the kitten on our back porch, small and black with ears too big for her head. Every day I tell her the things I would … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 15

Thom Brennaman and Chris Welch, the Reds TV announcers, are no Vin Scully. But even these two can't quite ruin the poetry in the language of a game being called.   Silky smooth You’ve gotta love that. That’s a double with style. He had 1 … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 11

These are found poems from the back of baseball cards. Specifically, those from the 1966 season and picked at random. Well, okay, not completely at random. My team (Reds), my partner's team (Braves), the team I like the least (Cubs--yeah, suck it, I … [Read more...]

National Poetry Month: Day 9

I always carry a little notebook of some sort with me. Sometimes they're fancy. The one I have now is a Slytherin notebook a friend brought back from London. I write all kinds of things in them. Lists and phone numbers and random ideas. They make a … [Read more...]