Selected Works

Craft essays, short works
Craft essay in October 2015 Brevity
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Invisible Daughter

April 16, 2017

This is what it's like to be the daughter of a narcissist:
Yesterday, I was in the car with my Mom, taking her to Trader Joe's. She said to me, "I can't believe my daughter is a grown woman. It's just unbelievable to me."
We drove on silence for a bit. Then she opened her purse. "I have a picture I keep with me..."

Assuming it was a baby picture of me (probably the one where I'm naked and giggling as I look up at the camera in my crib), I was kind of touched. It's the not the kind of thing I would expect from her. But the photo she hands over is of her and her friend Hilda as teenagers. "Is that really me?" she asks. "I look so good there."

She says how she never felt she was good enough. "Not since the orphanage...
"Did you ever feel that way?"

"Yes," I tell her. "After all, I'm your daughter."

Sit Up. Stand Up.

November 10, 2016

Tags: Writing the Body

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Right now, in the wake of a painful national election, this body of mine is struggling: a headache that won't go away A dull ache in the center of my being. Physical and emotional affects that refuse to be ignored. And because soon I will be helping others find ways to articulate the stories our body holds, I have to pay attention.

In January, I'll be teaching a workshop on the hidden stories of the body, working with Jenny Otto, my yoga teacher and friend who is a brilliant body worker. Every discomfort, every dysfunction of the body is a mystery to be unlocked to her. She is a body detective, a tracking the paths muscles and nerves and bones take, unraveling old patterns and structural quirks to reveal blocks and the true source of pain.

My part in this “Body Talk” workshop will be to help others give voice to the body, to make conscious those life habits and thoughts that we carry in our bones. We will be cartographers of this flesh and blood map of our lives, attempting to understand better how our experiences – our thoughts, beliefs, hopes, despair, love, losses, delights- are embodied in this body of ours, our most constant and faithful companion. (more…)

A Conversation with Patti Smith on Writing, Art, Dancing Barefoot and the Power to wrestle the earth from fools

October 15, 2016

Tags: Patti Smith, People Have the Power, Making art

Patti Smith
Last Wednesday, I sat in on a conversation with Patti Smith - Saint, Poet, Goofball, Punk Priestess, and one of the most unpretentious, authentically themselves people I have ever encountered. This was more evident than ever in a casual, two-person chat on the stage at the Lincoln Theater in Washington, DC. last week with Seth Hurwitz, the indie promoter who pioneered bringing in alternative bands to DC in the 1980’s and became a force to be reckoned with - starting the 9:30 Club and then IMP Productions.
At first, I wondered why Seth? I was disappointed that a more literary or musical person wasn’t in the chair opposite her. But he was fine, and Patti’s choice of him became clear. Think of Seth as a local, anti-corporate (i.e. Clear-Channel/I Heart Radio) bringer of joy and music to the people. I think that’s why Patti liked and trusted him so much. You could feel their long and comfortable friendship, their mutual admiration.
And of course, I think almost anyone could sit there with Patti and wonderful things would be brought forth. She’s just Patti, in the moment Patti, honest and humble and yet fully all of who she is- an artist, a mother, an “old girl” on the edge of seventy, a woman still so in love with her beloved Fred Smith, and in love with life, with the world.
She still believes in possibility. Maybe all artists do. (more…)

Body Talk: A Yoga and Writing Workshop with Jenny Otto and Janice Gary-- only two spaces left!

September 11, 2016

Tags: Yoga and writing, Key West, Body Talk Workshop

Are you ready to discover the stories locked deep inside you? Join me and master yoga therapy teacher Jenny Otto in beautiful Key West January 25th-28th for a rare opportunity to tap into the stories held in our muscle, tissue and bones.

Our body is a physical record of our thoughts, feelings and way of being in the world. There is so much wisdom to be gained – and potential for transformation to occur - when we listen to this faithful companion and embody its story on the page.

The stories we are talking about here have been accumulated over a lifetime, relegated to the somatic unconscious where they manifest as disease, discomfort and unhealthy physical habits. The way we walk, the way we hold ourselves, our very way of being in the world is all written on the page of our body. Yet most of this story remains a mystery, unspoken and unarticulated, waiting for us honor it.

Workshop participants will partake in the delicious adventure of marrying body, mind and spirit (more…)

Sharing the AWP Love

April 26, 2016

Tags: AWP

Link to my post on the Brevity blog that gathers some gems of writing wisdom heard at The 2016 AWP (Association of Writers and Writing Programs Conference) Conference in Los Angeles.


April 15, 2016

Tags: Stopping gender violence

Recently, I spoke at Washington College on behalf of RAINN (Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network) for an event entitled "Walk a Mile in Her Shoes," where guys put on badly fitting high heels and walk (actually a half mile) to promote awareness of sexual assault on women.

They put up a brave front, all these college boys in ball caps and plaid shirts over their black and red "Walk a Mile" t-shirts with the Washington College Goose mascot on the back. When we got to the park where the event was held, the pizza boxes were opened and I was asked to speak.

Try talking about sexual assault to a bunch of young guys when their pizza is getting cold. I did. The boys respectfully stood and listened, or at least pretended to. Most did not make eye contact or looked away in the distance while I proceeded to interject what was, I'm sure, a downer to their fun time walking in heels. But it had to said. And said to them as well as the girls that hosted the event.
So here it is. My speech to boys in heels. God Bless 'Em.

Book Review: Ongoingness by Sarah Manguso

May 9, 2015

Tags: Book Review: Ongoingness

Reading is not always easy. Sometimes a book is a challenge to read. You have to trust the writer or trust you will learn something by staying in the game. That was my experience with Ongoingness. Check out my review in River Teeth.…

Sleeping Beauty: Breaking the Spell of Women's Silences

March 31, 2015

Tags: Spring Journal, Women's Silences

Published in Spring Journal, Fall 2014
Sleeping Beauty Wakes Up: Breaking the Spell of Women's Silences

Light fills the hall of the old Key West Armory, streaming in from the high windows like fairy dust, soft and white and unusually strong for a winter’s day in January. The house buzzes with excitement until Margaret Atwood steps onto the stage and a hushed quiet fills the room. I crane my neck, hoping to get a glance of her from my seat in the very back row, but I’m too short and the woman in front of me too tall. Frustrated, I shove my purse under me to get some height and there she is – her unruly mane of wiry hair, her too-white complexion, her eyes – blue, steely. Steady.
Perched on my roost of leather and lumpy wallet, I’m not steady at all. I feel like a flighty bird unseated by an inexplicable feeling of anticipation mixed with dread. The blank pages of my journal rest in my lap, open and waiting.

Margaret takes her seat on the raised dais, like a Goddess or a Queen, which she has been to me ever since I read The Handmaid’s Tale, a science fiction fantasy that chilled me to the bone every time I held it in my hands. Don’t be silly, I’d tell myself. There was no reason to fear what kept creeping into the back of my mind while turning the pages, which was that this could happen, might happen – that our freedom, our gains as women in America were merely a rickety scaffold holding up a barely built cathedral.

In 1985, when the book came out, I had just left a bruising career as a punk rock singer and was diving into the “Dress for Success” eighties, throwing away my spandex and stilettos for the female version of male suits, complete with the floppy “feminine” bow ties women were encouraged to wear as they entered into the corporate class. We were post-liberation women, well past the messy fight for access to contraception and abortion fought by our older sisters, moving on to executive suites outfitted with soft carpeting and glass ceilings. Atwood’s story of fundamentalist Christians stripping women of their rights and dividing the female population into breeders and groomers and “Marthas” was just elaborate futurist fiction, right?

Twenty-seven years later, I have come to hear the woman whose words have haunted me ever since I read them. Among the sea of bodies near the front seats, someone raises her hand and asks Margaret how she came up with the idea for The Handmaid’s Tale. Did she think something like this could ever happen to women? Really? (more…)

Singing Like You Mean It

May 22, 2014

Tags: Readings, Pratt Library

It wasn't easy getting the invitation to read at the Enoch Pratt Library in Baltimore. First, my friend Connie emailed the events coordinator at the library (several times), then I followed up and talked my way into an “Authors Live” date. Then I got a date and had to cancel it when a family member had emergency surgery. Then the library graciously rescheduled it - for a Monday night in May. As a former events person, I knew that Monday was a tough night to get folks out of the house. Still, I was honored to have been asked.

But prior to the reading, my own life got in the way. There were finals to be read, another festival date in Ohio to travel to, an essay deadline. In other words, I didn’t do much more than a Facebook invite to get the word out, and I was nervous that no one would show up.

And this made me reluctant to show up. Maybe it’s because the promotional circuit was starting to wear on me or because most of my friends Baltimore already RSVP-ed that they would be out of town or at work or anywhere but in the library that night. But as I sat down to prepare that afternoon, I realized it didn’t matter who was there. If there was one person in the room, I needed to make it worth their while – and mine. (more…)

On Longing, Love and Literary Awards

May 15, 2014

Tags: Literary Awards, Nautilus Award, Eric Hoffer Award

Here's the thing: the longing never ends. At least not for me. First, I dreamed of writing a book. Then finishing a book. Then publishing it. Ah, publishing - the end all, be-all dream. The one thing that would prove to me that yes, I really am a writer!

What I didn't know is that publishing is another beginning, another higher-stakes tunnel that you enter into blind as a first-time author where you grope in the dark, sometimes terrified, sometimes horrified, often confused. Your book comes out and there you are, standing on the tracks blinking in light of day, a bit naked, excited and ready to go- where? (more…)