A Writer’s Life Is No Idyll

When I was teaching full-time, I used to imagine what it was like to “be a writer.” I had some image of being like Annie Dillard and taking long walks for hours – staring quietly at weasels and tadpole pools – and then returning to my...

A Writer's Life Is No Idyll

When I was teaching full-time, I used to imagine what it was like to “be a writer.” I had some image of being like Annie Dillard and taking long walks for hours – staring quietly at weasels and tadpole pools – and then returning to my...

34 Mouths – Writing and Farming

I’m ready for winged and four-legged needs to tie me down.  For them to rope me into a rhythm that keeps them alive and breathes pattern into the chaos. Of words and travel and meetings. In just over a week, 6 guinea keets and 16 chicks will arrive here at...

New Rituals and Schedules – The Writing Life

Some days, I wish I remembered the details of the scientific method. Hypothesis, experimentation, replication. . . . is that it? Or am I working in Cyborg language inappropriately?  Most of what I remember from science class involves methods to avoid dissecting a...