Celebration on the Altar of the World
Well, friends, my decades-long obsession with revision has reached a new extreme. I’ve shamelessly messed with…
Flourishing in Creativity’s Gift Economy
A few years ago I submitted an essay to an anthology of queer Minnesotan writing….
“Let it go! Let it go!”
Years ago I coached a Buddhist priest in the development of his memoir. Unlike most beginners,…
Writing in the Cloud of Privacy & Unknowing
Perhaps because my first big writing project gave me room to articulate my sexual longings,…
In Praise of Writing Community—And Fancy Cheese
Twenty-five years ago, I met a woman in the Loft mentor series whose feedback was…
Cherishing the Measureless
As I write, Gwyn’s at the piano practicing a Beethoven Sonata, repeating trills, stumbling on…
All Gift
My family occasionally prays down by the Mississippi River with the Nibi walkers, a group…
Practice makes… pleasure?
As a serious practitioner and teacher of one art form—writing—I don’t often share that I…
Plunge Into Fall
This July, my fourteen-year-old daughter, who’s bug- and sun-adverse, who is obsessed with fancy hotels…
All Gift
These glorious summer mornings, I grab my cereal bowl and head out first thing for…
The Rough Draft Self
For how many years now—twenty? thirty?—I’ve quoted Anne Lamott’s snarky bit of writing advice, gleaned…
Passing Along the Gift
Despite five years of plugging away on a new book, I still feel tongue-tied whenever…