I have a friend who's feeling all kinds of left out tonight. She was part of a group of people that fractured because of a personality clash, and half the group took one side, half took the other. This is rather the story of the world, isn't it? My friend was left pretty wounded from... Continue Reading →
Dear Mr. Russo, I attended your panel discussion yesterday at Wordstock, and talked briefly with you afterward at the book signing. I am so grateful you took the time to come to Portland, because in addition to the fact that you are a great and well-loved American writer, you were one of my creative writing... Continue Reading →
Part of the joy of working at local community music and arts centers has been interacting with children. I'm only at these centers a couple of days a week, but they are, without question, the highlight of my week. I've become friends with a number of little ones; the pianist, the writer, the actor, the... Continue Reading →
When you're a kid, you don't realize that the way you see the world isn't the way everybody sees the world.
My whole life, I've been told "you're too hard on yourself", but that message never made sense to me until I heard the phrase "be gentle with yourself." What an interesting word, "yourself." The self belonging to you, like two separate entities. Part of the triumverate, the Son and the Holy Ghost. My "self" is... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 