Nana’s dress

This morning, we went to the Cincinnati Art Museum to see their new exhibit of wedding dresses. My grandmother’s dress is one of them, and I got to take a good picture of it, defying (with the curator’s permission) the guard’s no-photo policy. Here it is, from 1906…


Though I grew up in the countryside and wandered in the woods as I grew up, I knew little about the names of things. I knew oaks from maples and robins from that which was not a robin. I knew pine trees and boxwood bushes. I knew what I thought were hawks but which were Continue reading Hawks

Rules of writing fly into my head

The point is to keep typing always. Always type. Always keep going. The worst thing that the editor in your head can do to you is to keep you silent. To keep your fingers immobile with doubt and dreams.