My nephew, who’s in second grade, came home to his mother with a spelling paper marked with a black X next to a few of the words. “What’s wrong with ‘closlet’ Mom?”
My sister looked at her son and realized the time had come for her to tell him the truth. “Sweetie, there are a [...]
I’m going to an ashram in Texas for nine days, for a yoga teacher training. Wish me luck! If you want to read up on my yogic thoughts, click on my yoga blog, yogadreams.
There’s no wireless at this ashram, so I won’t be posting here or commenting on all your wonderful, witty observations. I’ll [...]
The Unconsoled, by Kazuo Ishiguro, was published in 1995. His most famous novel, The Remains of the Day, for which he won a Booker Prize, was made into a movie starring Anthony Hopkins.
Kazuo Ishiguro, born in Japan in 1954, moved to England with his family in 1960, where he has remained.
The Unconsoled takes place in [...]
David Sedaris on Letterman
When my youngest sister M. was fourteen she had a pet chicken. She used to take it to the patio, where she trained it to jump through a hoop. She’d tap her fingernails on the concrete, and the chicken would come scratching across the patio and hop through the hoop M. held [...]
Squash at Bert’s Pumpkin Patch
The most recent writing practice on Red Ravine has to do with letting go. This was a difficult topic for me, simply because there are so many thoughts and feelings that don’t serve me. I’ve distilled some of my words into this post.
I want to let go of fear: fear [...]
Someone wrote a comment on my post Don’t Let them Reinstate the Draft, disagreeing with my position. Instead of responding, I just deleted the comment. When I read the blogger’s opinions in favor of war and fighting, I had a visceral reaction, and immediately deleted the remark.
I usually let a difference of opinion stand. I’m [...]
Poets who contributed to Poetry Thursday are searching for a new community to share their poetry. I have to admit I was bummed to find out they were closing shop after I had only participated in one poem. I heard the authors were starting another site, Big Asterik Poetry, but those plans seem to have [...]
Sometimes I’m taken aback when I witness the gusto with which certain people live their lives. They seem to bubble over with a reservoir of cheer.
The mother of my son’s friend called this morning from her cabin in the mountains. “Did I wake you up?”
“Oh, I was just lying in bed, resting.”
“We have [...]
