The Wake of Magic

The Wake of Magic

As I write this, I’m sitting on a hotel bed in San Miguel de Allende on the eve of a writing / photography workshop that my dear friend Andrea Scher and I are hosting this week. This might be our 10th workshop in San Miguel in the last five years. Some of the ladies...
For My Mother Who Means To Feel Everything

For My Mother Who Means To Feel Everything

One of the first things I noticed when I walked into my mother’s house last  Sunday night was that she had taped the same printed message on little pieces of paper all over the house – on her bathroom mirror, on the wall across from her bed, the refrigerator, by...
Is it enough?

Is it enough?

Is it enough to take these notes? To be a collector of moments? To be someone who notices the smallest things and who writes them down? Can the bits and pieces of this life; the way he reached for my hand, the text from the sick child, the banjo sitting in the corner...
Why I Write …

Why I Write …

So I won’t forget the look on my 85-year-old mother’s face when she came upstairs to make contact with me after our little tiff during the holidays. I write to slow that moment down so that I can remember the timid sound of her knock on my door, and the way she...
Interview with Marjorie Saiser

Interview with Marjorie Saiser

Marjorie Saiser is a poet living in Nebraska, and is a member of the Wild Writing Family. She writes poems, first for herself, as a way to connect, to find out how she feels, and as a way to locate herself in the world. From there, the poems come to the people, to us,...