When I was working out in the world and raising a family, I was automatically connected to other people. I volunteered at the kids’ school, baked brownies, chaperoned field trips, and helped raise the next generation. My work in a medical office connected me not only to my co-workers, but also to the community that […]
Living in Place
Solitude versus Loneliness
When I lived alone in Manhattan, a married friend with three sons once said to me, “Enjoy your solitude.” I did. But I was lonely, too. Later, in Vermont, waiting in line to be seated at a diner with my three young children while my husband was working, a different friend greeted me and said, […]
Fermentation
The essay I intended for today’s post was about the fine line between solitude and loneliness – a boundary I often have difficulty negotiating. I wrote about eight hundred words, and it was good – but it wasn’t good enough. And even though I could post it, I know it’s not ready yet, so I’m […]
Starting Over
Starting a new book is like learning to drive manual transmission: it’s all about getting into first gear. And even though a writer may have cruised along in fifth to the end of any number of novels before, each new one is like learning to drive all over again. I’ve been jack-rabbiting, stalling, and crawling […]
Waiting, again.
Writers write. Then we submit and wait – and worry. We wonder what’s wrong that editors take so long to decide our fate. This waiting reminds me of when I was single, living in New York City, wondering how I was ever going to marry if I couldn’t even get a date. Why wouldn’t anybody […]
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