In my July post, I mentioned that I was distracted by personal writing news that could lead to something bigger. I asked if readers of these posts would be interested in my occasional thoughts on the publishing world, especially on book publishing. Thank you to those who commented here and those who reached out to…
I am distracted. It is hard to write my usual words of reflection as I introduce our latest issue. I had some exceptionally good author news, which may or may not lead to something concrete, so I am finding the need to pause my quarterly introspection, and to instead dwell on possibilities, on a surface…
We live in a little house on a little hill. Our property is small, too, with no backyard–only a deck–and a small patch of land in the front, where we park our cars. Slivers of earth stretch alongside our home, of which I am grateful. Yet there is green outside of most of our windows.…
Hello, Everyone. I’m afraid I cannot be upbeat today as we launch Volume 7, Issue 1 of Club Plum. I cannot send out my usual, reflective introduction. I am distracted. The president and his followers act out their violence on the innocent. I watch video after video because I want to know the truth, yet…
In August, my husband flew across the country to visit his father. My father-in-law is eighty-two, and he is our only remaining parent, so time ticks. I suggested this visit might be the time to ship the fish tureen to our home. In my father-in-law’s home, the large, ornate fish tureen fits easily inside his…
This is a new thing. To sit and look, which is to say, to gaze through my home windows, where I am lucky enough to see wild, evergreen branches and patches of sky beyond. This looking is not casual, but premeditated, where I slide my table place mat, ferrying my lunch salad to the side…
My husband walked into the house last Friday evening with a bundle of daffodils, just because, along with baguettes and Italian sausage and provolone because it was Friday, and this is the evening of the week where we give in to total relaxation and easy culinary pleasures. The work week is done. It is time…
January 2025 has been hard for many of us. I won’t talk about my personal loss in detail because it is too large for this space. But I will mention that it is a loss that is blanketed with regret, which creates a lump from my throat to my heart. I’m angry at one person,…
