This fall, I developed plantar fasciitis, and my feet were killing me. Every step I took hurt. My whole body hurt, really. I felt old and sore and out of shape. Continue reading
Earlier this fall, I began to get emails about writing workshops in the Valley from a woman named Joy Baglio, someone I do not know. Intrigued, I asked my intern Abby Taylor to interview Joy for a blog. We learned that Joy founded Pioneer Valley Writers’ Workshop in 2016, shortly after moving to Northampton from New York City. A fiction writer, editor, and educator, Joy wanted to create a local creative writing school to help other writers develop their craft and foster writing community in the Valley. Since then, regular writing classes on varying topics have been held frequently at Commons Coworking, a communal workspace in Williamsburg, Massachusetts, as well as other venues in the region. Continue reading
I went hiking with my daughter Molly the day after Thanksgiving on the Beau Bridges Trail, my favorite of the 22 miles of trails in the Mount Tom State Reservation. I hike it often with my dog Lipton because we both enjoy Cascade Brook, which runs alongside the worn, winding path. I love the views of the water and enjoy crossing the seven bridges that span the stream. Lipton appreciates the opportunity to swim and get a drink. Continue reading
I spent time on a writing retreat with Judith Kelliher this weekend, and I can feel the tug of my book’s main characters today as I get my head back into my real work. I feel Roxie, Frank, and Alex calling me to come back and make them do and say things.
For about four years, I have been working with Pathlight—formerly known as The Association for Community Living—writing stories and press releases to raise awareness about the nonprofit’s transformative programs for people with intellectual disabilities. Continue reading
I want to tell you the story of my boat because she is special to me, like a longtime friend. Continue reading
I took my boat out of the Connecticut River a week ago today. That’s usually what triggers the end of summer for me, but since it’s 88 and humid as I write this, summer still feels like “game on.” I’ll take advantage of the heat as long as it’s given to me, but I’ll have to find some other way to access water! My kayak, perhaps. Continue reading