The entire extended family is traveling in a van to a family reunion. It’s sort of a womb zoom.
“What kind of fabric are the shoes made of?” I asked my great niece as she drew a picture of a princess.
In creating a world we need to imagine the specifics.
What is your world? What are your specifics that make that world come alive in your writing?
Mary and I met through Women Writing the West. Through an email conversation with my father (Erwin A. Thompson), I found out about her musical education in childhood. I’d love to know how her lessons in tone on her clarinet might have influenced her writing. Janet __________________ Music with Hugo Schneider by Mary Trimble I…
Every writer needs a writing room. What about a burrow…a hole or tunnel dug into the earth to create a space of temporary refuge….and where your thoughts and feelings can inhabit themselves freely, on paper. Dig a deep hole to bury your sorrows. Bury them, do not forget them. For, they are alive and will…
This week in St. Louis at the Schlafly Bottleworks in Maplewood neighborhood, I attended a rousing session of poetry written and read by both the noted Quincy Troupe and another poet fried Patrick Rosal at the Observable Readings series founded by Aaron Bell and now sponsored (it’s free!) by the St. Louis Poetry Center.\ In…
Damaria Senne is one of my closest Blogging Buddies. When I visited South Africa in 2008 she hosted me at her home in Johannesburg and in her home village where I stayed with her family. Her warmth, intelligence, talent, and humor are qualities I cherish in our friendship. Damaria is a writer based in Johannesburg….
Yesterday Riehlife readers were treated to Part 1 of Ernest Dempsey’s “Life with the Written Word.” When you read part one you’ll see Ernest’ bio and the story of our four year internet friendship since 2007. –JGR ______________________ PART 2: Life with the Written Word – Ernest Dempsey’s Story from Pakistan JGR: Your home is…
Author Maryanne Raphael graces us with memories of her mentors. Janet __________________ My Mentors My first mentor was Grandfather Patterson who read stories to me, wrote letters to editors and typed up all the stories I made up before I learned the art of putting words on paper. He helped me appreciate my first rejection…