Category Archives: The Writing

To Solve, or Not To Solve

I agree with poet Mary Oliver, when she says – Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood.* But what of the mysteries too worrisome not to be understood. The mysteries that must be solved or resolved somehow, because Letting … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Nothing Good About Betrayal, But…

Live long enough, and you can turn everything around. Redeem the bad. That’s what I did. Experience is more than just what-happened-when, it’s what we make of it. This is not just a cliché. I went through a gruesome betrayal … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Can I Be A Nancy Who Drew?

Dear Nancy, Do you think I could be a Nancy Who Drew? I read all the Nancy Drew Mystery stories when I was a girl and I loved them. I loved her pluck and her sense of adventure. I guess … Continue reading

Posted in Letters | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Miracle or Destiny?

I think what I have accomplished with this memoir is little short of a miracle. And I don’t mean the fact that I finally completed the thing and put it out there after fourteen years (though that in itself was … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Sequel In Progress

On Tuesday, October 11th 2011, I will begin reading aloud from the sequel to The Nancy Who Drew. This is indeed a work-in-progress, and yet it is progressing, which is the main thing. I began writing this Book Two last … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Baring Yourself In Public

Every now and then, like today for instance, I come out the door and start walking down the street and suddenly wonder if I remembered to put a skirt on. So I looked down and there it was. I would … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

How Can Memoir Solve a Mystery?

How does writing a memoir solve a mystery? Well, if you think about it, how could it not? Even if you didn’t necessarily call it a mystery, you had questions, right? Why did I do this or that? Why did … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | Leave a comment

Wait, There’s More

My earliest memories include staring at the knots in the pine wood of our walled-in porch, and staring at the raised pattern of flowers on the maroon sofa where I was often placed, wedged between pillows. At this point, I … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

I Made it All Come Right in the End

When I was in high school studying to be an actress, my father told me to “take my work seriously, not myself.” And a few years before that, when I was in junior high, he encouraged me to raise my … Continue reading

Posted in The Writing | 1 Comment

Stepping Softly Into Voice

This is me at eighteen, an actress speaking the words of others, with no voice of her own. Afraid to speak her feelings, fearful of repercussions. Hiding behind a veil (albeit an attractive veil, but still a screen). Then I … Continue reading

Posted in The ART, The Book, The Writing | Tagged , , , , , | 5 Comments