Loss and Remembrance
2015 feels like it has been a year of losses for me. There have been huge losses: the loss of my dad, whom I loved very much, and of course to a lesser degree, the […]
Marcia Amidon Lusted
Remembering
Marcia lost her first parent, which can be such a unique hardship since it often breeds such a raw, lost, emptiness. It is permanent severance from her father whom she loved very much, a great […]
For My Dad
For My Dad I just wrote my father’s obituary; the first obituary I have ever written. Obituaries aren’t all that difficult to write, at first glance. Anyone who has read even a few knows […]
The Simple Life
In June, I returned from two weeks spent at the Quail Springs Permaculture Farm near Maricopa, California. I went there to take a permaculture course and earn my permaculture design certificate over a two-week span. […]
Rewording Myself
Today I have been struggling to write a joint blog post with Tedrowe. In the spirit of this blog, I have been striving to approach a new perspective and level of depth in writing for […]
What Do You Believe?
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. Gustave Flaubert Flaubert’s quote really speaks to me as I am in the process of learning a new kind of writing, […]
A More Honest Story
I am so grateful to Nomad Press for letting me explore brave topics in my new book Civic Unrest: Investigate the Struggle for Social Change. This book for teenagers seeks to move beyond simply […]
On the ASA’s: Thousands to Help Millions
Marvelous alchemy takes place when large groups of people come together because of a specific focus they all share — be it a profession, an interest, or a hobby. I’ve felt it at writer’s conferences, […]
On Writing and Complacency
I have become, in certain ways, a complacent writer. I have spent many years of hard work, frustration, persistence, tears, rejections, and near surrender to make a career out of my craft, […]
On Selfishness
Selfish. Stubborn. Self-centered. Egotistical. These words taunt me. They pop up unexpectedly in the middle of my day. I run into them around random corners in my thoughts. I feel as if they should […]
Gnostic Green 