My Personal Creative Nonfiction
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Vacationing Old
The shuttle bus eased to a stop. As the doors slid open, everyone rushed to deboard. Everyone, that is, except me. I had learned to stay out of the way. By Day Three of a four-parks-in-four-days whirlwind adventure at Disney World, I knew that if I tried to leave whatever conveyance I was on in Continue reading
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Dream or Visitation? One Dreamer’s Musings
In my dream, my father sits in his rocking chair on the screened-in porch at the house where we lived long ago when I was a child. My mind casts the scene in sepia–a time and place from my childhood recreated in yellowed tones, shades of brown deepening to gray. A scene composed of memories Continue reading
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How to Crash Land into Genealogy (and Deal with the Fallout)
First, steel yourself. If you’re like me, you will find out things about your family that will shock you. You may learn that some of your ancestors were not who you thought they were, and that consequently you are not who you thought you were. You may discover that your family tree is filled with Continue reading
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The Wizard of Awe
I have lived my entire life in the grip of fear. When artist Georgia O’Keeffe, the Mother of American Modernism, the woman whose decades-long career would transcend conventional art movements of her time, made this startling statement in 1938, I like to imagine that she spoke across time and space directly to me. I’ve been Continue reading
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Food Memories: Prose Poems with Homemade Images
1 According to one of our family legends, one winter during the Depression my maternal grandmother fed her nine children nothing but turnips. One of her uncles, a farmer, gave them to her, fearing that otherwise her family would starve. He’d grown them to feed to his pigs. As adults, all of her children vowed Continue reading
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Nourishing Love Later in Life
For me, late November always brings with it a host of memories, bad and good. Recollections from my childhood of my mother’s volatility during the holiday season. Her seeming disdain for Thanksgiving and Christmas–perhaps because of their added demand on her as the manager and keeper of our house. Memories of the holidays when my Continue reading
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