Category Archives: Journal series
Ede was my mom. She died about a year after this journal entry, which I wrote while she was in the recovery area, following chest surgery. I’ve edited just a bit, to make the medical jargon more understandable. Ray is … Continue reading
The self-appointed task of going through my journals feels pretty heavy. I’m committed to this chore because there are bits of poetry and fiction strewn about that I’d rather not lose; there are also long tracks here and there of … Continue reading
Here is my work space—my journals, my scraps, my papers and pictures, my writing desk, my art desk, my home, my life. Going through the old journals is even harder than I expected.
Ok, so I dragged one box of journals out of the garage yesterday. Intent is to try to arrange them in some sort of chronological order; read them (with total dread); try to see what is worth saving; get rid … Continue reading