The travesty of ICE’s presence in Minnesota is so huge, I’ve had trouble writing about it. I’m not alone; many writers are choosing to escort kids to school or pack boxes of food instead. Urgent needs are everywhere. Thank goodness some writers are finding their voices, though. A friend of mine keeps an “occupation journal,” […]
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The small lawn in front of my daughter’s high school is a jumble of sporadically-tended vegetable gardens, a big poorly painted rock, a stick sculpture of a turtle, and a mosaicked wall. Last week on that cluttered bit of land, while students headed to the bus stop and crossed the street to the library, ICE
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Writers say it takes a village to write a book. Look at any acknowledgement or dedication page for evidence: This breed of introverted, solitude-craving, nose-in-a-novel, socially misfit authors is beholden to community—for inspiration, research help, revision suggestions, editing, publishing, marketing work, babysitting, cheerleading… Each individual’s creative act is invariably intertwined with many lives. Recognizing this keeps us
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I taught my first spiritual memoir class when I was twenty-eight, still in graduate school, and two years before my first book was released. Every one of my students was older than me. When I gave them a prompt, invariably someone ended up in tears. I was astonished; this had never happened in my MFA workshops! Nothing in my
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In a bizarre twist of fate, I’ll be the recipient of a chunk of change thanks to a class action suit. Anthropic is a company that, without permission, used thousands of books, including Swinging on the Garden Gate, to develop its AI product. Presumably you can now tell Anthropic’s tool to write a memoir in
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What would happen if you dug through your memories looking for your soul’s journey? You would find moments of joy, shot through with brilliance. You’d find unspeakable pain and grief and despair. You’d find sweet intimacies, wrenching doubt, steadiness, and regret. You’d find meaningless suffering and profound synchronicity. Most of all, you’d find mystery. Who are you, really? What’s your life’s
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About a decade ago I had a dream about my impending death. It blew me open. For weeks afterward, I was saturated by a silence so pervasive it felt like a presence. Once it dissipated, I desperately wanted it back and so plunged head-first into an ancient Christian form of silent meditation. I also began writing
It takes a village to raise a child, and, judging from acknowledgement pages and how my writing group has saved my ass innumerable times, it takes a village to write a book. In addition to the obvious participants (your writing teachers and colleagues, your beta readers, your agent or publisher or local copy store clerk), we’re
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Why is creativity so nourishing? Why on a busy trip does an hour with watercolors settle my daughter’s nervous system? Why do ten minutes of journaling launch my day well? How did a simple circle dance, repeated over a weekend, deepen trust and add bounce to the steps of retreat participants? On a walk through a rough part
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Picture a tower of colorful building blocks. In a nursery school, this tower is likely constructed by an adult. A toddler waddles up, thrashes her arms, and the blocks come tumbling down. What fun! Gravity works! In a kindergarten, our tower is likely built by a few diligent five-year-olds. A mischief maker rushes in with a swift kick. Blocks scatter. Crying
Creative People, Banish your Inner Bully! Read More »