In only a few more days Americans will be going to the polls to vote. This made me think about what is really important. I think it is not really about the two candidates that the world is focused on right now. I’d like to take a deepr look into our options. It’s not about the…
“Writer’s Blok? ” you don’t need it!
How can a person avoid getting Writer’s Block?
Autumnal Leaves on the wet grass. Photos by Lynda McKinney Lambert Autumnal Musings: In Which I Find a Favorite Word I suspect that most of us literary people find we have some words that come to mind immediately when we think of words we like to read, hear, or think about. I’m a writer;…
The most remarkable discovery I made is that there should be no line that separates teacher from students. And, beyond that discovery, I learned there is no line separating the secular from the sacred in this world. I learned to be a servant leader. And, I learned to bloom!
…When I was putting my book, “Chasing the Green Sun,” together in 2012, I faced lots of choices about how to intermingle my fiction, poetry, and memoir pieces, “What would Margo do?” I dreamed some solutions one night, and guess who was helping me? I’d like to take that dream to one of her dream circles. Better yet, I wish it could come true…
the Connie comes alive with the voices and sounds of the local “Crick Culture.” That’s what we call it here. Kayaking begins in earnest in late winter as soon as the ice begins to dissipate. Hearty enthusiasts will continue to ride the rapids through the summer days in into the fall season. The Connie’s whitewater rapids provide the perfect setting for a swift course for kayakers to perfect their skills.
“I expected that as my copyediting skills developed, I’d frequently question and second guess myself. I didn’t expect the feeling of expectation when I opened my email, the joy that comes with the delivery of every submission or the brief sense of disappointment when no new submissions arrive. “
Four days later, I still haven’t held my baby boy. We can only touch him with gloved hands, reaching through a small window in his isolate chamber. And intubated so he can breathe, he makes no sound. Body rigid, wanting consolation, mouth working, but no sound rushes out.
Needles, cloth, scissors, floss
Objects are symbolic metaphors
Powerful as distant legends
“A Quiet Place can be your reading room, or you can even expand it to include another activity such as I have done with mine. In addition to my books, I have storage on the shelves for storage of my bead working supplies.”