Something New

The Beach, 2016

The Beach, 2016

The season is a strange one, full of highs and lows, winter and spring all in a month. The ground thaws, freezes. The leap day approaches, and tonight, the moon is full.   I watched the waves yesterday, renewed my passport, had a fun texting session with a dear friend, and then, hours later,  I found myself in tears by noon.  The kind of crying that leaves your eyes tired.   The whole what am I do with this life before me, and is what I am doing in any way truly fulfilling?

A  friend dropped by with a gift of a bright-colored beauty of a scarf.  She returned to her studio to paint. I dubbed the scarf Happiness.

Lately I’ve been writing, and publishing, small essays.  Some links:

A book review of The Parthenon Enigma by Joan Breton Connelly:

An essay on bullying, menopause, and finding voice on poet Jenna Shwartz’s The Roar Sessions:

A new draft of the novel is done, and handed in.  The doubts emerge.  I think already of newer revisions.  I think of a new book, about a man growing grapes on a wall in the garden.  His wife drifts by with shears in her hands.







2 thoughts on “Something New

  1. danabeesvoice

    Your post was engaging and, of course, beautifully written. I read both of the links you wrote, and put on hold the D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths (studied them in college but my main focus then was music & piano). I loved the Greek mythologies and you gave me a good reason to read them again. And the blog post called Roar – I had a hard time picturing you getting into fistfights and being physically attacked by friends. The contrast with menopause and your using one of those awful pads was really interesting. I hope your novel submitted comes out well, and as any good author, there is a book in mind already. Thank you, Indira!



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