Once upon a time…

I had my first baby and started a blog. That was in 2005. Nine years later, I had my fourth baby and stopped my blog. I spent the next year taking care of that baby and writing handwritten letters. Every day from March 9, 2015, to March 8, 2016, I took what I could say to the masses and doled it out to one person at a time, one letter at a time. I didn’t want my Letter Project to end.

I still write some letters, but now I write about writing letters, about what I learned in the process and how I became more human. I have decided to merge my thoughts on letter-writing with my interest in quotes and my fascination with minutiae into one big unfinished letter called a blog. It is addressed to you, with love.

Sailor Sings

You are Sailor! You are two! You are a bright light in our lives! You are adorable! You are loved!

September 28th, 2016|

A Large Field in Writing

Earlier this week, I finished reading both of the books on writing that I had been working my way through for the past few weeks. I should clarify what I mean by "finished." I read all the words in each book once and stared at the author photos on the back about a dozen times.

September 22nd, 2016|

Story Circle

On Sunday night, we tried something I read about recently in Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. It's called a story circle, and we now have a new Sunday night tradition.

September 20th, 2016|

Bull Riding

I finished Living Prayer and started Dancing on the Head of a Pen earlier this week. I didn't know Robert Benson could get any better.

September 15th, 2016|

Monday Minutiae: Marketplace to Marvelous

There's a description in Robert Benson's Living Prayer about the "artist, perched somewhere between the marketplace and the marvelous."

September 12th, 2016|

Words at Work

How do authors do it? Have all this time to write, and then all this time to read too? I get in bed around 11:15 most nights and read for 10 or 15 minutes only. I get so sleepy that I can't do more. I want to read more. I need to read more.

September 6th, 2016|
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Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.


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-Greeting card quote

We’re walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn’t get to any other way.

-Anne Lamott, Small Victories