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I have been reading and writing since I was at least five years old. A science teacher complained some years ago that English was offered to students every year in school. “You would think kids would know how to read and write by now.” I could see his point. Two years of high school science…
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When I set up my essay on the little black dress (LBD) to run on Tuesday, it was because I have a series of essays about color that I planned to post on successive Tuesdays. I am releasing them in order, and it was that essay’s turn. It was posted automatically this morning with me…
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Black skin and black eyes, black noses and black fur, black hair, and the darkness inside tunnels. Darkness playing against light, the strength of contrast, of deepest intensity. The little black dress is all about reliability, the safe but shapely and dependable dress that will always looks right for an occasion. When I was young and weighed considerably…
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I napped, walked, read, cooked, revised older words, wrote new words, traveled, drank coffee, took a ferry twice, queried, submitted, and received good news. We went to the march in Astoria last Sunday. We both support sane “well regulated” gun safety. I set up blog posts to go live in the middle of the night. Life…
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A story I am particularly proud of is “shortlisted”—that is, the editors told me they liked it and wanted to hold it longer—with a paying online journal. This particular story had been shortlisted three times before, each time by a journal that pays professional rates and does not allow simultaneous submissions. As a result it…
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I had been reading The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan in the bright pink paperback cover before my drawing class started at 7:30 in the morning. My instructor began screaming at me that the book had ruined his best friend’s marriage. Somehow I knew, without knowing, that there had been some other reasons for the…
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My query-letter pitch: Imperfect Patience*, a literary novel of about 76k words, follows a woman’s odyssey beyond grief. It is a novel of love overwhelming adversity. Thena Justice was building a new life near Seattle after the death of her mother and breakup of a terrible marriage when her former husband murders the neighbor-babysitter and…
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My husband and I don’t do Twitter. I have a Pinterest account, but no one in our family does the other social media. But for nine or ten years, maybe longer, I was on Facebook. I had over 1600 “friends.” They are actual friends, family, former students, former classmates, artists and writers. I began phasing…
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