[Snapshots from Oak Ridge] The Still Point

We live in a heavily wooded neighborhood with an unfortunate preponderance of oak trees. Oaks are one of the last trees to lose their leaves, which generally turn brown rather than the spectacular golds and reds of other species. This means that we often end up with piles of brown leaves buried under the winter’s [Read More…]

Patheos (& Other) Peeps: The Festival of Faith and Writing

Every Friday, I post a link to a blog post, sometimes written by one of my fellow bloggers at Patheos, a web portal devoted to religion and spirituality, and sometimes by another blogger whose work I admire. I encourage my blog readers to click through to read these posts, comment, and if you like what [Read More…]

A Haiku About Gallbladder Surgery (Yes, Really)

Rather frequently, someone asks me if I ever expect to write fiction. My answer: To me, fiction writing is a sort of magic. It is miraculous, this process of creating fully formed human characters from one’s imagination and writing multi-layered, moving, thrilling, tears-and-laughter-inducing stories about them. I can’t begin to imagine how one performs such [Read More…]

A Few of Many Good Words Spoken

I returned yesterday from the biannual Festival of Faith and Writing in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It was everything I expected it to be, and nothing like what I expected it to be. I did much less “schmoozing” and making connections (with book sales in mind) than I expected. I did much more sitting, listening, and [Read More…]

Writing 101 (for the Kindergarten Set)

It’s been a busy week of speaking engagements for me—one radio interview, one TV interview, and three talks, at the Yale Medical Library, my church women’s group, and my son’s kindergarten. My kids have the privilege of attending a school where the arts, particularly creative writing, are a big focus. This year, each kindergarten student [Read More…]

A Poem for Good Friday

For the epigraph in my book No Easy Choice, I chose a stanza from Wendell Berry’s poem “The Way of Pain,” and titled the final chapter using one line from that stanza: “The only way is hard.” In that chapter, I wrote: It’s hard to cope with infertility or the harsh realities of genetic disease. [Read More…]

And Now, a Poem About Ice Cream

Golly, things get heavy around here sometimes, don’t they? They do. I’m feeling the weight this week, of tackling these difficult, emotional, intimate, provocative, divisive concerns. So when my son’s teacher e-mailed me with his latest poem, I decided to share it, to lighten the mood a bit. My kids go to this fabulous, amazing [Read More…]