I forget things until springtime. The roar of fresh leaves, the frail gesture of petals, the blue cruise of clouds, the tickle of little bugs. The way sun smells on warm rock under the liquid power of cool light. The lifelift that love is. The way poems make sense, only the ones about filling and … More Things I Forget Until Springtime
I visited Gettysburg for the first time, and this is what stuck: That each star on a Confederate flag on display, “homemade in Virginia,” was a slightly different shape. I wonder who made that flag and what she was thinking as she stitched. A wall of faces of the men who were casualties, Confederate and Union, that … More Postcard from Gettysburg
There’s an episode of 30 Rock where protagonist Liz Lemon prepares to host her own TV show for the first time. When word gets out that she’s about to make her TV debut, one friend eyes her closely and says, “TV? Are you sure you didn’t mean radio?” Another frowns and says, “Well, your hair … More When you put yourself out there, you give everyone the right to comment on your hair
These are questions I explore in a guest post I wrote for the blog of So to Speak: A Feminist Journal of Language and Art. So to Speak is publishing “Shoshone,” a chapter from my manuscript, Falling in Yellowstone, this spring. Here’s an excerpt of my post: In these early and classic examples of wilderness experienced solitaire, … More Nature Writing: What is it? Whose is it?
In the woods near the Potomac, where I walk to stay solid, the trees are bare. Strong verticals rise along a chiseled jaw of stone. Between Piedmont Plateau and coastal plain, this is the fall line: tough rocks, and old. 550 million years? Still sticking around. At dusk, pink light shines off the river and … More Postcard from the Bare Woods
Readers, hi! I’ve made a few changes around floWord and wanted to let you know what they are and why. I also have some questions for you below. First, the changes. You’ll see that I changed how I categorize my posts (look to the Categories menu on the right for new post categories). I also … More Writing Place and Play
A few months ago, I was in a rut. Then I had a wonderful weekend visiting friends I hadn’t seen in a while, and I had a long road trip back to Washington. One of the radio stations I picked up along the way in southern Virginia played a version of the old classic “Keep on … More The Good Thing About (Everything that Bugs You)