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Author: mapelba
I'm a writer, artist, teacher, mother, wife, daughter, friend, coffee addict... What else? A success, a failure, a mess, a fan, a hater of housework, a lover of dogs, a liberal, an obsessive, and a bunch of other things that probably would never occur to me. I reveal myself in more ways in my writings and art than in any list of adjectives. And whoever you are, I hope most of all that you are a reader.
Am I Old Yet?
The other evening I watched a documentary on Netflix--Andrews Jenks, Room 335. Have you seen it? A young 20-something man moves into a retirement community in what must be Florida. I grew up in Florida surrounded by retirement communities. I also spent a great deal of my childhood with my grandmother. Getting along with older …
Speaking of Failure
Many things inspire me. As you know, the Internet contains a vast amount of creativity. Every day I see beautiful things, lovely films, charming images, quirky poems, and on and on. Yes, I realize it harbors many horrors, but that's not where I wish to spend my time. Anyway, I see talented people everywhere. Not …
The New Year and Other Nonsense
I love the New Year. Do you? I don't party hard. I don't dress up in a sparkly dress or dance all night drinking champagne. The last couple of years, I have gone to a friend's house to have fun with a group of grownups and children. I like being able to take my son …
Some of us have reached another holiday.
Not everyone loves Christmas. Not everyone celebrates this holiday. Not everyone lives where Christmas falls in winter. Not everyone is happy during this sparkling, partying time of year. Some souls who were here to celebrate last year, are not with us this time around. And some of us who are rejoicing now will not join …
A Change Of Direction For Plum Tree Books!
My publisher is going on a new adventure!
Temper Tantrums and the Social Media Vortex
I remember the first time I realized a classmate hadn't invited me to her party. My mother pointed out that no one was obligated to invite me. My real friends would invite me to their parties, but that the best thing I could do was like being with myself. She told me the guest list …
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Mystique, Social Media, and Other Distractions
A week or so ago, I read a post by Porter Anderson over at Writer Unboxed about mystique. At the same time, I was reading Amanda Palmer's book The Art of Asking. They are two different ways to live your creative life. Very different ways. Amanda Palmer has stripped naked and let her fans draw …
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Newsletter Thingamabobs
I'm working on one of those newsletters. I think I may have said before, but now I'm finally getting my act together. It's hard to know how to make one of these that is essentially about yourself and not come across as Me! Me! Me! Anyway, it will include any news about upcoming books, publications, …
Writing for the Dead or the Living
That other project of mine is here.
At the Burying Point in Salem, Mass.
What would people say about you after you die? What do they remember about you?
We talk about legacies and making a difference, but do you think you’ve left either of those things?
The things people remember about you might come as a surprise. They might not.
A few months ago, I decided to write obituaries for living friends. They weren’t true obits, of course. No one had a cause of death for one thing. Well, except for one friend who asked me to come up with one. I gave her a heroic death.
If we can’t go peacefully in our sleep, wouldn’t me want to go saving the world? Or at least saving one life?
Anyway, I wrote obituaries for my friends. Two friends asked for completely fictional obits. A few friends wanted their obits to be mostly true, but with a…
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