Back in May, I participated in this ninety-minute writing class from a woman named Diane Cameron. Among many other things, she’s a freelance writer who appears in the local newspaper regularly.
The directive was to think of three doors that were important in your life. Then you write about one of them for four minutes. And by “writing,” this means not taking the pen off the paper, not editing, just letting the words take us where they would.
The first door was the outside door Continue reading The writing exercise, in which Dad's paintings appear
Descendants of Solomon Northup, who recounted his story in a memoir, 12 Years A Slave.
The Real Origins of the Religious Right. “They’ll tell you it was abortion. Sorry, the historical record’s clear: It was segregation.”
Dustbury points to an article about how the ineptitude of the Department of Veterans Affairs, and its predecessors, go back nearly a century.
The Worst Argument Ever Made Against Gay Marriage.
Amy Biancolli’s book: To plunge is to live. Also, her parents in love.
Judy Sanders, former local news reporter and photographer, is dying of ovarian cancer. Confronting the long goodbye from Paul Grondahl, and a piece by her former colleague, Ken Screven.
Diane Cameron’s blog Love in the Time of Cancer has been going on since 2008, but I just discovered it.
Getting kicked out of the prom.
New York Erratic asked: “Have you ever dated anyone who turned out to be gay?” Continue reading May Rambling #2: New Zealand music