A good friend and I recently spent a weekend at the Benedictine monastery in Erie, Pennsylvania. We each had a “hermitage” of our own in the nearby woods; hers was named for St. Scholastica. It’s known among the sisters as “Stilts.” The first evening, my friend and I talked at “Stilts” until about 10 p.m.,… Continue reading Of Flashlights, Woods, Friends, and 150 Steps
Category: Nonfiction
Dying Dreams
One of the most difficult nights of my life occurred just about eight years ago. It was the night that Manny, The Best Dog Who Ever Lived, lost the use of his hind legs. It hadn’t been a great several months. I’d been fired at the end of July, and my search for a
In Denial About the Writer’s Impossible Dream?
Few of us say it out loud. Instead, we say we’ll be happy if our writing touches the right person, just one. Or we talk about how thrilled we are or will be when we hold a copy of
Late to the New Year’s Resolutions Party
OK, so it’s January 8, a week after New Year’s Day and the time when the Christmas decorations should be put away. What’s your point?