Yesterday was melt-down day. I had done a workshop the day before but it was a fun, relaxed day and there should have been no reason for me to be so exhausted. I nodded off through the day, took a nap at 7:30 pm and woke up at 8:30 am. What I realized was . . . → Read More: When Darkness Falls . . . pay attention
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I am supposed to be working on a grant request for the MN Arts board, but I came across this earlier essay that I wrote while applying for a grant from A Room of One’s Own–the title of an early Virginia Wolf book. I decided to post it here. It has a lot of sincerity. Virginia and I Funny, I sit here and stare at the grant guidelines like a school girl, wondering what the teacher wants to hear, wondering what the words mean to me, wondering about the decades that separate a north woods girl from Minnesota from Virginia Woolf, an educated woman . . . → Read More: Virginia and I–and a room of one’s own Share on FacebookLeo was lonely. He lived in the bottom of the Grand Canyon with his parents. Leo was a two year old adult now and almost ten feet long—not long for a cobra. It was time that he went out into the world to find a partner and to get into his life. He went to his mother and father and said, “It is time for me to go now. I will be leaving tomorrow and hope to find my mate.” . . . → Read More: Leo the Lonely Cobra Share on Facebook |
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