Off I go

Join me on the trail, both metaphorical and literal, as I blaze a way through my next phase of life, as a writer, as an activist, as a person of faith, as a traveler, and whatever else I prove to be.

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Swimming to Palestine

Rummaging through a wonderful cardboard box full of family memorabilia, I came across a series of letters my grandmother wrote in researching for her brother David Diamond‘s biography, which she never wrote.  I would love to reconstruct what she might have written.  I have a box full of material related to Uncle David and my grandmother. My book contains a […]

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I just vant to be alone

While I was working on my MFA I had to share feedback with fellow students and mentors. That is, of course, a huge part of the program. I generally feel ambivalent about it. When I feel people haven’t understood what I meant I struggle to slow myself down and listen carefully to their comments. It ranges from difficult to exhausting. […]

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One of these days

Eventually I will return to being a writer.  This time I won’t be a depressed and mopey cookie-eater.  I have to make it my career, or if not a career – what’s one step down from a career? Like a vocation?  Or is it not a career if you don’t make much money doing it?  Whatever I do I have to do it with purpose and gusto and planning. One of these days it’s going to happen – and soon.

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Sdrawkcab

I think in backwards English, and I have for decades. I may have started in elementary school.  I’m not sure precisely why I started developing backwards English.  I say “develop” because there is a whole system of rules that I’ve devised and occasionally still modify.  For example: The emphasis is always on the same syllable that’s emphasized in standard English. […]

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