Turning the reins over to a were-panther today…

Thursday will be Halloween, which is one of my all-time favorite holidays (okay, my birthday is the other one), so the time seems right to hand the reins over to the Mysterious Allan Kemp, author of the supernatural thriller The Black Phoenix. What’s The Black Phoenix about? For centuries, vampires, werewolves, witches, and wizards argued…

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My wrist & Adrienne Rich

Thanks, Tattoo Lit, for including my Right wrist in your literary tattoo blog!   The whole poem is here, courtesy of AllPoetry.com.

Lucky Girl

When I was in grad school, a fellow student in my workshop said that the people in my essays all needed rehab. Our instructor pointed out to him, to my great relief, that “it was the seventies. Everyone needed rehab!” I guess I had to become a Full Grown Person to get the long view….

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Good to be home

My January and February are filling up with workshops about writing through grief and loss.   I’m excited, and every workshop I teach, I learn more about how our stories are our own and how they reach other people, too. But first, I went to NY. One day in New York and had lunch with Braving…

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My South

I’ve always wanted to share what I love about Atlanta with readers, and surprise, I got my chance! Take a look at HGTV’s “Front Door”  feature, and get the heads up on places to listen to music, eat a good sandwich, clear your head, and buy good junk. Oh, and there’s this writing workshop next…

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How to spend your first birthday without your Mom

How I spent my first birthday without my mother: Our birthdays were twenty five years and one week apart, and for the past decade, less the past two years, we took a celebratory trip together. We went to Kripalu together one year (yes, Mom had a yoga practice, as do I. She did the restorative…

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On Yip Harburg, mishpocheh, and Lydia the Tattooed Lady

“She has muscles men adore so/and a torso even more so.”   I love Lydia the Tattooed Lady, but it’s “Look to the Rainbow” and the pointed parody of American racism in my father’s LP of “Finian’s Rainbow” that got me hooked, as a ten year old, on Yip Harburg. And let’s not forget the lyrics…

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And his dog, Spot

One thing I really miss about LA is car dealer Cal Worthington and his dog, Spot, of Cal Worthington Ford in Long Beach. If you’re here on the East Coast and have always been on the East Coast, you just plain missed out, and it’s you who gives me that blank look when I sing…

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