Fall gives me energy. Maybe it's all those years starting school in the fall, going to the store to buy new notebooks and folders that made me feel like everything was beginning all over again. My dad wasn't one to take me shopping much. He was a single dad and so shopping for my shoes, …
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I think of something to blog about almost every day. Often I compose most of the post in my head. Then I don't actually post anything. It's like I'm avoiding it for some reason. Sometimes I think I'm just afraid of the Internet. Haven't you read all those stories about harassment and hatefulness? The other …
I've thought of a dozen topics to write about only to run out of steam by the time I get to my computer. At least this summer I don't have chemo. My hair is growing back. Slowly. I hate short hair, but I'm glad it's coming back. I might have lymphedema. Might not. I've got …
I was recently interviewed for the St. Edward's University literary journal, New Literati. The interview is short. Take a look if you have time. The journal has other interesting things to read and art to see too. They'd appreciate more readers. Thanks!
The news reached me about the passing of a friend. She was 83, and though she died in October, I only heard about it yesterday. We'd fallen out of touch, and I wish I'd made a better effort to stay connected. Don't we all end up wishing that one way or another? Last night, I …
How do you think a unicorn starts its day? As a kid, I wanted to be a unicorn. Sometimes I would wish to turn into one. Ah, childhood. I don't suppose I can be a unicorn and a writer. Unicorns can't type. As far as I know. Tomorrow will be a year since my surgery. …
I attended Catholic school for three years. Honestly, I liked it. I liked most of the nuns (not all to be sure), and I ran around the playground with the boys. I fought back if anyone bothered me. I made good grades. In 2nd grade, a boy kept poking me with a pen. I told …
I've been trying to work on a poem for my mom, but I am insecure about my poetry. After my mom left my dad, she started writing poems. Maybe she wrote them before that, but I have no proof. What I have is a journal filled with poems dated 1975 or 1976. My mom inscribed …
My novel arrived today. I'm trying to think of something clever or insightful to say. I'm too gobsmacked. All I can manage is to wish you vast amounts of luck and deep wells of persistence in whatever dream you're pursuing. I think Woody Allen is a jerk, but this quote of his still works for …
One problem about writing about a girl in high school is that I haven't been in high school since 1986. In the manuscript I've been working on, my main character pulls a fire alarm at school. She does so on impulse, in one of those it seemed like a good idea at the time impulses. …
Marta Bacon 