Thoughts about writing, and the universe.
Routines get upended during the holidays. My eight-month-old nephew, who is so sweet, has had his routines disrupted this last week by the Christmas festivities, as well as by his visiting and overly-excited uncles. He gets cranky. He refuses to go down for a nap. I've been privately saying to him, "I'm with you, mister!"... Continue Reading →
Some stories seem to move more slowly than drying paint. They elongate scene after scene of a bland character sitting, contemplating, staring at walls. Whole novels can go by without the character doing much more than taking a sip of their watered-down beer as they contemplate the vagaries of their universes. How often do I... Continue Reading →
I am writing this afternoon from home in Norway. We made it back on New Year's Eve after a beautiful and wonderful Christmas together with my parents on the island of La Palma. I feel so fortunate to have been able to do this trip. Everyone has now made it home safely, and we'll start... Continue Reading →
My parents moved from Minnesota to Wisconsin just a few weeks before my husband and I moved to Norway. My childhood home was thus relocated four hours to the east, the base I return to now a place I have never lived. But people make places what they are, and my parents’ presence and the... Continue Reading →
It's the end of a truly beautiful visit home, but as the date of our return to Norway nears (tomorrow now), the relaxation and the family joy sadly grows its cracks, prepares itself to dissolve back into its virtual form for the coming months. A blessing as technology is for how it can connect us,... Continue Reading →
Across a week of brilliant family time, of busy holiday baking, of the furious knitting of a gift before the deadline hits, of episodes of The Crown and sorting pictures out for Christmas-gift calendars, I have been appreciating family traditions, the things that come again and again with the years in their lightly varied but... Continue Reading →
There's the kind of talk at the end of the day when you're tired, when everyone's had a day of work and stress and all you want to do is sleep. There's the kind of talk with the friend you're catching up with, sequential and summary, the "did I tell you about this?" the "this... Continue Reading →
Words like trees 