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It’s not a question of their opinions. Women are not less fierce than men, less dedicated to ideals, less passionate about beliefs. But women, at least when they are not trying to succeed in a man’s world, write differently than men. They use language differently. Their angle, the focus of their lens, is…(Read More)

Since way back – I’m talking graduate school – I’ve been interested in why people who love to write and want to write and have a story to tell get stuck. They’ve been sailing along and then suddenly they are like one of those little windup toys that’s got itself trapped in a…(Read More)

A few days ago I started a challenge called Write Your Way Through This which promised a series of daily prompts to record this time of anxiety and social distance. After only two prompts, I had an idea: group the prompts to roughly correspond to the stages of Joseph Campbell’s monomyth, or hero’s…(Read More)

The shutdown hasn’t just lasted for a few weeks. We are all still on high alert, our anxiety heightened by political and environmental stress. On top of it all, we who are of a certain age group have been told we are not only in the high-risk category but that if we make…(Read More)

I recently had someone I trust report something political he had “read on the internet” that I was expected to find both stupid and outrageous. The anecdote played well into my biases and I found myself tempted to pile on to the anecdote, adding smug comments that confirmed how morally superior we both were. But…(Read More)

In which Coyote teaches me to listen to stories in the appropriate frame of mind. “Tell me a story,” I demanded. ‘Demanded’ might be too strong a word because I meant it as a compliment. Coyote tells such good stories and I love losing myself in them. Like the year at Christmas when I heard…(Read More)

“Have you ever seen a ghost,” my friend asked. We were having breakfast at Cafe Dewitt. I was on the banquette with my back to the fishtank. We were early so no one was seated nearby but that might have caught their attention. “I haven’t seen one, though I have always wanted to,” I…(Read More)

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I learned a counting rhyme when I was a child, “One, Two Buckle My Shoe.” I recited it, of course, but there wasn’t anything in the lower numbers to hold my interest—three, four shut the door; five, six, pick up sticks; seven, eight, lay them straight; nine, ten, a big fat hen—none…(Read More)

There is something very satisfying about writing on a typewriter—rolling the paper in, the active little clicks, ripping the paper out if what you wrote didn’t work …. Or just ripping the paper out if it was time to go down a new road. Which is what is happening now. Eight years ago I…(Read More)

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