Crescent Dragonwagon
Menu
  • “Is that your real name?”
  • Classes, Courses, & Events
    • Fearless Writing
    • Fearless in Italy
      • Italy Registration
    • LEFT-BRAIN PLANNING FOR RIGHT-BRAIN PEOPLE
    • About Tuesdays with Crescent
    • ABOUT WORKS-IN-PROGRESS (W-i-P) WITH CRESCENT
    • THE FEARLESS WRITING™ EXPLORATION
      • Yes! Include me in the Queue for Fearless Writing Workshops Information
    • MENTORING: WORKING ONE-ON-ONE WITH CRESCENT
      • Crescent’s LBP Community Call
        • About Crescent Dragonwagon’s Fearless Writing™
      • FWE Payment
  • media: interviews / profiles / articles
  • contact
Menu

Tag: home

This is the way it works: reminder from a turkey buzzard

Posted on December 5, 2014October 20, 2015 by Crescent Dragonwagon

This is the way it works. You return to a town where you used to live. You go on a short walk, on a street you have walked many times. You are only stretching your back and legs and getting a few more steps in so your Fitbit will be happy at the end of…

Read more

Aunt Dot & the Splendid Sunflowers

Posted on June 25, 2011October 17, 2015 by Crescent Dragonwagon

When I came to 410 East 57th Street that night, it was already dark, but not late. Early winter, then, it must have been, maybe about 7:30 or 8:00. A Sunday evening.  Aunt Dot, then 95 or 96, was seated facing into the living room, in one of the two 50’s-era Danish modern recliner chairs…

Read more

the deer’s ears: Mose, me, misery & moments

Posted on May 31, 2010 by Crescent Dragonwagon

Today, coming down to the hill towards the pond, beginning my morning walk, two animals — one large, one small — standing in the middle of the gravel road. I caught my breath, stood stock-still, blinked and waited, blinking a few times to clear my not-so-good vision so I could identify them. Ah. A white-tailed…

Read more

Redecoration, Part One: Aunt Dot contemplates the living room of the future

Posted on October 12, 2009 by Crescent Dragonwagon

“I suppose you’ll live here one day?” Aunt Dot said. A statement; a question. She gave a quick, birdlike glance at me, then looked away. Waiting, I naturally assumed, for an answer. But how could I answer when I wasn’t sure what the question was? She was sitting, that night, on the wooden chair with…

Read more

Part 2: love/ let sleeping cats tell the truth

Posted on April 1, 2009 by Crescent Dragonwagon

Here in Vermont, there is a moment of exquisiteness in the turning of each year. It only lasts for a few late summer days, days still warm and sun-filled, the outdoors still richly greened with only a few colored leaves, garden still producing. Yet in this charged moment, there's the slightest breath of fall.  These…

Read more

Part 1: love / dead cat

Posted on March 23, 2009 by Crescent Dragonwagon

I sometimes tell my writing students “Start out with a clear purpose, but be willing for that to change in the course of writing. ” Well, case in point. In this post, sparked by an e e cummings quote, I set out to explore the idea of how one becomes lovable… and wound up writing,…

Read more
  • 1
  • 2
  • Next
  • Crescent Dragonwagon is her real name
  • lowercase2
  • 3
  • Read aloud with Crescent Dragonwagon
  • 700×350 clarity call 3
  • Crescent Dragonwagon in Your Classroom
©2023 Crescent Dragonwagon