All at once, the circle turns, the green world again going gold, yellow, red. Instead of the zucchinis, the excess of which we may have complained about only six weeks ago, we now coo over adorable gourds and minis-squashes, admire big honkin’ pumpkins and sweet bright creased or crook-necked winter squashes. So pleasing aesthetically, sculptural, decorative, […]
FIFTY SHADES OF GRIEF
WIDOWHOOD IS NOT STATIC. IT KEEPS CHANGING, AND IT KEEPS CHANGING US. IT HAS AN INFINITE NUMBER OF COLORS. HERE ARE FIFTY OF THEM. 1. I take a lot of deep breaths this time of year. 2. It’s fall, the season inherently bittersweet and elegiac. All that plush color and harvest, all that stunning beauty, […]
THE THREE-PART SECRET OF GETTING GOOD AT ANYTHING – YES, ANYTHING (INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, WRITING)
How do people get good at things? Especially, those people who are astoundingly good — how on earth do they get that way? No matter who your favorite musicians are (or writers, athletes, actors, artists, cooks), , you can bet they do three things. These are things that anyone, who is good at anything, does, regardless of […]
DOES IT GET EASIER? YES. DO YOU GET OVER IT? NO.
GRIEF’S LOVE-LANGUAGE
That last Thursday in November, I had been at Miller Williams‘ sixth or eighth Survey of Western Poetry class, which I was auditing at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville.I’d drive over each Thursday — it was about an hour from Eureka Springs — immerse myself in Miller’s world, do any Fayetteville errands that I […]
INSTEAD OF “HEALING”, GRIEVING TRUTHFULLY
WHY YOU CAN’T “HEAL” WIDOWHOOD GRIEF
WIDOW-WISDOM, & THE SARAN WRAP COVERED HEART
In the little Arkansas town (population, then, just under 2000) in which Ned and I had lived, everybody did not exactly know each other. But we certainly knew about each other. Maybe two years after Ned’s death, still deeply bereft, I ran into Freddy. We were friends, though not close. He was someone I knew […]
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