My Writing
Between the Dark and Light
I call it “the day”. It occurs without warning every year, sometime between…
How to Dream in 2022
Sandra A. Miller starts writing a novel in Tokyo, 1988
In 1988, one month before my 24th…
20 Reasons to Love 2020
I don’t think anyone will struggle to find reasons to put this year behind us. But this…
Clue #7 in the Trove Armchair Treasure HuntSeven Jewels in Search of a Treasure
Bejeweled bracelet prize in the Trove Armchair Treasure Hunt. photo by Holloway McCandless
When I decided to have my…
Some Love for the Bald Women Going Through Hell
Sisters share a pretzel and some love
When I saw the subject line “Haircut” my lips and eyes did that thing when they tighten…
Star Stung: Lessons Learned from a Night with Sting
Hanging with Sting circa 2005 at the Hiro Ballroom
“Congratulations. You’re one of our winners,” the young woman coolly announced in…
What To Do When You Can't Power Through
shell on sand
“It’s supposed to be in the nineties today,” Mark warns, as he shoots off to work, leaving me alone at my desk with my fear of sweating to death…
Write Like You’re Giving Birth
“Write from your guts,” I told my creative nonfiction students on the last day of class. “Don’t ignore the pain. Don’t act like it isn’t there and try tiptoeing around it. You have to write your way through your own dark woods.” I recalled the excruciating experience of back labor when giving birth…
Our Dance With Leonard
Mark and I were married on a moody August evening in 1997 on the coast of Gloucester, Massachusetts. At the end of our ceremony, with the sun setting behind us, we recited the lyrics to the Leonard Cohen song "Dance Me to the End of Love," ending with these lines: Dance me to your beauty with a…