Presbyterian News, Bermudaonion, Gratitude
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I am also deeply grateful this morning to Bermudaonion. That's all I'll say. Read more...
April 20/ 7 PM
Keynote Address
1st Annual Writing Conference: Brave New Words
Pendle Hill
Wallingford, PA
May 6 - May 11
Currents 2018
Five-Day Juncture Memoir Workshop
Frenchtown, PA
June 3/2:45 PM
The Big YA Workshop
2018 Rutgers-New Brunswick Writers' Conference
300 Atrium Drive
Somerset, NJ
June 5/7:00 PM
Launch of WILD BLUES
Wayne, PA
June 10/9:30 AM
The Personal Essay Workshop
Philadelphia Writers Conference 2018
Sheraton Hotel
Philadelphia, PA
September 28/9:30 AM
One-day Juncture Memoir Workshop
Chanticleer Garden
Wayne, PA
I'm Wisconsin bound, and those in the know are telling me that Wisconsin is the place to be. Wonderful people, I'm told. Well-read people. Nice people. I shall keep those goodnesses close to my heart as I travel to Little Chute Public Library, Roosevelt Middle School, Madison Middle School, West High School, Kaukauna Public Library, New London Middle School, Appleton Public Library, and East High School.
I’ve lived my whole life that way—wanting, reaching, exuding, falling, reaching again, wanting more. I was an ice skater as a kid—the one skating fast, the one jumping big, the one who could not control her spins. I left ice skating for track and field—to my mother’s chagrin—and there I wasn’t happy with just the 100 yard dash or the hurdles. I had to compete in the 200, too, and also in long jump, and also in high jump, and also in the relays (not just one but two), and come fall, I signed up for cross-country. It’s not that I was great at all of these events, or even that great at one of them. It’s that I made commitments—wild and huge—to live, to hurt, to want, to try, to transform myself into more than I was.
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