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I wrote part five of The Transcendent Familiar (No idea what I’m talking about? Here: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4). Really, I did. As it turns out, though, what I thought was part 5 is actually part 6 (I think, though who knows? Maybe it’s part 7, or 12, or 34.). . . . → Read More: Follow That Rabbit Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Some stories are like laundry. The longer you put off telling them, the bigger they grow. This story, the one about my earliest adulthood and my relationship with Jacob and Abbie’s dad, has reached the ceiling, toppled over, and begun to spread across the hall and into the . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 3.1: I Won’t Fade Away This post by Alex at Late Enough led me to this post by Neil at Citizen of the Month which led me to this piece by Neil Genzlinger at the New York Times Sunday Book Review. Genzlinger’s piece is called “The Problem With Memoirs” and opens with the memorable line, “[a] moment of silence, please, . . . → Read More: Isolation, Connection, and the Infinitely Recurring Memoir Controversy The summer after I finished the fourth grade, I spent a week at YMCA summer camp. I got to my cabin and put my duffel bag on my bunk and looked around. There wasn’t even one familiar face among the other campers. On a whim, I decided I would be someone different. That someone . . . → Read More: Faker A long sabbatical from blogging leaves a blank space where there should be thousands of words. Non-bloggers probably don’t know about that vacancy, but every writer knows what I mean. The words of the past months are starting to crowd my skull, but fortunately, a happy thing happened last week: when I thought of . . . → Read More: My (not so) Triumphant Return I was 19 when I got my first full-time job as the teacher for a group of school age kids in a daycare center. It was summer and I took my class bowling a lot. Those kids were weird, all wild for bowling. There weren’t enough lightweight balls to go around, so we spent . . . → Read More: Broken People in Baskets Holy ultra-serious blogeration, Batman! Let’s take it down a notch or nine, shall we? Because in spite of all the intensity I have expressed here recently, life is damn good right now. “Damn good” is, of course, subjective. My damn good is not the same as yours (well, for a few of you it’s . . . → Read More: A Little of This, A Little of That, and My Inauspicious Writerly Beginnings If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find. ~John Churton Collins I chose that quote as a tag line for my blog not because it’s pretty (It IS, but there are prettier ones.), but because it’s what I believe and the reason I write. I believe in the power of truth. . . . → Read More: Apologia Remember when you took Art History 101 and they threw this slide up on the wall? The professor (or more likely some bonehead grad student with a seriously over-inflated sense of self-importance) said, “The French words on this painting by René Magritte say ‘This is not a pipe.’ What did he mean by . . . → Read More: This is not Adrienne. So it seems to me, as an avid reader of blogs big and small, that most of them have a topic. There are a gazillion blogs that are about the family of the writer, of course, but there are blogs about politics, weight loss, home remodeling, books, etc., ad infinitum. I like all those . . . → Read More: Is there any such animal?  |
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