The Whole Thing Matters
Life is not a series of stops and starts, it’s a continuum. The past never goes away. Even when it appears that we have washed our hands of it, there it is beneath the surface like a current moving us...
View ArticleSome Advice from Virginia Woolf
“What is important now is to go very slowly; to stop in the middle of the flood; never to press on; to lie back and let the soft subconscious world become populous; not to be urging foam from my lips....
View ArticleOn Being An Only Child
Seldom have I given much thought to the fact that I was raised an only child. If you were to ask me, say, one year ago, how this one piece of information has influenced my life, all I would have told...
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Reminders
I’d gone outside to get some air. A telling phrase, isn’t it, get some air? As I write these words I am reminded of a teacher I had during my first year of acting school who, whenever we were up in...
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My Writing Process
I was delighted and honored when my friend Amy asked me to join along in the series of posts about writing that have been circulating around the blogosphere lately. I discovered Amy’s blog, My Path...
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Some Thoughts on Happiness
Right now in my life I am incredibly happy. I think it’s honest to say that I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. I could go through and list all the things that are currently going well, of which,...
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Trips to California
It was the first time I understood that my grandmother was dying. I say that I understood. I didn’t understand. I was told, but I didn’t understand. I had taken the morning flight out of Boston, and...
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Summer Reading
Typically, this blog is a place where I share what I write. But reading is a huge part of my life, and I’m ALWAYS curious to hear what other people are reading, so I thought I’d take a moment to share...
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My Quiet Life
“Only the heart knows how to find what is precious.” –Fyodor Dostoyevsky I am an only child growing up in the San Fernando Valley. My eyes are deep-gray and curious, two impending storms. My head is a...
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On Entering a New Chapter
I’m writing this from the dining room of the house that will, in two weeks, no longer be my home. Through the window in front of me is a view of my beloved field. The entire family has been fed, the...
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