I’m Doing A Reading!

Please join me on Wednesday, January 20, 2021 at 7pm EST for short story readings by Brittany Smith and Mary Duquette.

My Life Is Booked

Last year, I joined a lovely group of writers primarily composed for people from my graduate school. I think I’ll dedicated another post to my experiences with this group and how it’s helped my writing during this pandemic. But for now I’ll say that I’m grateful to meet with this group every Saturday afternoon to write and catch up.

In an effort to highlight our work and encourage more people to join our little group, we’re putting on a monthly reading showcase. Our inaugural event will be this Wednesday, January 20th at 7 pm and it’s open to the public. I will be reading a selection from my short story and my friend, Mary Duquette will also share some of her work. If you’re interested in hearing some amazing fiction, feel free to join us.

The event will be recorded and will be available for viewing on my website at…

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Otherwise, God Winks

Mountain stream in November

My last runaway was to Twin Mountain, NH, in November 2019, to work on my MFA Fiction thesis. That weekend, I brought along the book, When God Winks: How the Power of Coincidence Guides Your Life, by Squire D. Rushnell, which I read in the mornings to start my day.

I’ll share an experience from that weekend about Donald Hall and Jane Kenyon. Both were NH Poet Laureates in the ‘90s, married to each other. I was with my son in a bookstore in Littleton when I found a book of poetry by Donald Hall. I already owned several of his books, so what I really wanted was a Jane Kenyon collection. I asked the woman at the counter for help. She looked up Jane Kenyon but found nothing.

Soon after, my son and I wandered into a thrift shop. Among the many clothes, I found a large bookcase filled with titles. I sifted through shelf-by-shelf looking for Jane Kenyon. Of course, she wasn’t there. The probability was so low that I’d find the exact book I wanted, especially since most of the books were bestselling romances or were written by NH’s famed authors such as Dan Brown, Jodi Picoult, and Tomie dePaola. An obscure book of poetry? Of course not.

I turned to leave. Right there, behind my back the whole time, was another stack of books. On the top was Jane Kenyon’s collection, “Otherwise”, the collection with my favorite poem of hers, also called “Otherwise”. I opened the cover. $1.00 was written in pencil. One dollar. For the book I had no hope of finding.

And God winks.

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From Boston with Love

Last September, in the early morning hours on a leaf-turning day, I saw the words London, J-Term, and writing splash onto the electronic message board next to me at UNH’s Hamilton Smith Hall. As an older working student, study abroad for a season wasn’t possible, but this I could do. It was only sixteen days, I could visit London for the first time, and I’d earn four credits toward my MFA in writing. I was signed up to go before the leaves finished their colorful display.

Three months later I had enjoyed the experience of a lifetime. I stayed in a youth hostel with 14 students (shout out to roommates Meghan, Erin, Logan, Emily, and Nicole), visited Kew Gardens, followed the steps of some of England’s brilliant Victorian women — Florence Nightingale, Marianne North, and Ada Lovelace. I spent hours in the Victoria and Albert Museum where I was shocked to open a special collection of photographs and see an original of Charles Darwin. Imagine!

Today, one year later, I am in Boston awaiting my visiting time for the Downton Abbey exhibit. As I sip blood orange hibiscus tea at the the public library’s Map Room, I am remembering London, my young friends, and my 16-day travel writing adventure. The history, architecture, and museums inspired, but it was my writing peers, who battled back anxiety, lived within budgets, advocated for their own health, and found joy even while working through pain, who truly inspired. It was their acceptance of me, an older student, that provided the backdrop for a life experience I will never forget.

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Eat, Drink, and be Merry – A Brooklyn Tour

The directions for the Brownstone Brooklyn tour said to meet at STINKY BROOKLYN, but there was no address, so I’m thinking, this has to be a mistake. What kind of place would give themselves such a self-deprecating name? But then I remembered the old Smucker’s jams and jellies commercial, “with a name like this, we have to be good.” I typed Stinky Brooklyn into my phone’s browser and tapped the top-listed link. A wine and cheese shop. Of course. What a great place for a foodie tour of Brooklyn to kick-off.  I clicked on the map and sighed in relief. It was only a few blocks away.

Our tour group in front of Brooklyn’s Staubitz Market, established in 1917.

My husband, son, and I arrived at our daughter’s home in Brooklyn, New York two nights earlier, where we planned to celebrate our adult children’s birthdays with dinners out and on Saturday, a New York City Urban Adventure – Brooklyn tour.  On Friday, while our daughter worked, we rural-three spent most of the day navigating the city’s public transportation. We boarded express trains instead of local, waited for trains that weren’t running, and watched others race by our stop in order to catch up on their schedule. When we finally arrived at the American Museum of Natural History, we were hungry and foot-weary. We ate in the cafeteria and once fortified, my husband and I followed our just-turned-thirty, scientist son, letting him explain the exhibits. In the end, despite having such a great tour guide, it was an “eh” day.

Because of our Friday misadventures, I felt pressure to get us to our Saturday event without a hitch. I also prayed that my family, all with vastly different ideas of what constituted fun, would all enjoy the tour.  My husband enjoys hearty meals. My daughter is a pescatarian, with little interest in cooking. My son is an aspiring chef, and I’m more than happy to turn over my spatula to him whenever possible. My husband doesn’t like long walks or hikes. My kids are cross-country runners. Architect, wood-worker, writer, scientist. One extrovert; three introverts—two whom despise crowds. I crossed my fingers and hoped we’d find common ground on this tour.

It turns out I needn’t have worried. This tour had something to make each of us happy. Let’s start with the meeting place. The large front windows at the narrow Stinky Brooklyn wine and cheese shop, coaxed my family out of the cold and into the store where our tour group gathered. Brian Hoffman, our excellent tour guide, tried to corral our family, but we were enchanted by the sights and smells and scattered through the shop looking at the merchandise. Rather than wait for us to join the group, Brian brought the other four members of our tour group to where we stood and introduced himself. After checking for dietary restrictions, he led us to the deli counter, where an employee had set up a cheese tasting for us.  My favorite was the Roomanon Pradera Gouda from Holland, a hard cheese, with a crunchy sweetness that reminded me of my mother’s home-made toffee.

I left Stinky Brooklyn, with my first purchase of the day: Roomanon Pradera for me and two kinds of cheese for my son. Our next stop on the tour was BIEN CUIT on Smith Street, where I held the door open for baker Zachary Golper, who has received multiple James Beard nominations. We visited the back room’s ovens and learned how the combination of small-batch mixing and slow fermentation maximizes taste and texture. We were treated to their traditional sour dough with several flavorful spreads.

Perhaps my favorite stop was ONE GIRL COOKIES on Dean Street. The geometric pattern of the brick building and the crisp white letters on the federal-blue sign were eye-catching. Inside, the perfect cookies were as my grandmother would have made them: miniature delicacies packed with sweetness. We sampled two kinds, and I purchased eight cookies-one of each flavor: chocolate chip, apricot almond, chocolate cinnamon hazelnut, chocolate mint, gluten-free chocolate pistachio, chocolate mocha, earl grey shortbread, and a chocolate caramel layer bar.

Other stops included 61 LOCAL, where we quenched our thirst on complementary ginger ale and enjoyed spiced peanuts. Then onwards to SHELSKY’S OF BROOKLYN for salmon on a bagel, and DAMASCUS BAKERY, where the third generation of owners treated us to feta-stuffed paninis. Our next visit was COURT PASTRY, where Brian purchased each of us a biscotti to go with our coffee or tea at D’AMICO COFFEE. I chose the almond biscotti. A quick dip in the coffee and it melted in my mouth. While we enjoyed our beverages, we discovered that two of the women on our tour were originally from Staten Island, and that they were friends with our neighbors in our small New Hampshire town.

Brian had two more surprises for us. At the coffee shop, he brought out two eclairs with candles in them: one each for my son and daughter. Then, as he led us to the BROOKLYN FARMACY, he told us the story of the soda fountain’s revitalization, a heart-warming tale of the right person appearing at the perfect time to help fulfill the owner’s vision. There we enjoyed a New York classic—chocolate and vanilla Egg Cream drinks, which are a concoction of seltzer, milk, and syrup.

Four full-bellies later we said good-bye to our new-found friends and sauntered out to catch our ride back to my daughter’s apartment. We had no idea where we were and decided none of us cared. This tour had been a perfect event for our family, engaging us all, despite our varied interests and athleticism (or lack thereof).  Friendship, socialization, good food, interesting venues, and walking along the historic streets of Brooklyn proved to be fun for all of us. Bottom line, the New York City Urban Adventure – Brooklyn walking tour, with Brian Hoffman, turned out to be the highlight of our trip to New York City.

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It’s Somewhere Else Instead #Cambridge

King's Church, Cambridge

“Go to King’s Church later,” my instructor suggests. “The Wren Library is only open until two.” With one last look at Cambridge’s Gothic church, which I’d been assigned to write about, I joined the group headed down a cobblestone street. I could always go to Evensong later and gather material for my post.

I was happy to join this group, because I hadn’t wanted to miss the Wren Library at Cambridge, and it would have been hard to find on my own. Our instructor led us to the entrance. We were told to turn off our phones. Only 15 people can tour the library at a time, but luckily there was room for our group of five.

The others headed up one floor to the main room. I paused halfway up the first staircase, already enchanted by a concave doorway with its doorknob set in its tea-green center. It reminded me of simpler times when doors were carved by hand, and if opened, a friendly yellow bear greeted you with warm bread and honey.

My first experience with A. A. Milne’s writing was not the red “House at Pooh Corner” book my sister gave me when I was seven. Rather, it was the poem “Halfway Down”. In it a boy sits on a step and ponders where he is and where he isn’t. I learned later that the boy was Christopher Robin, friend of Pooh. This poem was part of the reason I love my home. It has old wooden steps that stop midway up to split in two directions.

Slowed by the interesting door, I gazed at the molding, the windows, and admired a marble bust of Alfred Lord Tennyson. At the entryway to the library, I gazed down the narrow hall at the far-off stained glass depicting Sir Isaac Newton’s presentation to King George III, circa 1990. Along each side of the room are alcoves of books and covered display cases.

The Wren Library, designed by Christopher Wren in 1676, and completed in 1695, houses 1,250 medieval manuscripts, 750 incunabula, and a growing collection of modern works. Some of my favorites were Charles Darwin’s “Origins of the Species”, with geologist Adam Sedwick’s dissenting notes in the margins, myriad hand-lettered Bibles, some with their ornate designs snipped out, an intriguing mathematical design from philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein’s notes, Shakespeare, Milton, and of course, toward the end, Milne’s “House at Pooh Corner”, its prose elegant in its simplicity.

I never made it to King’s Church. It was closed by the time I arrived at the gate, and the students were still on holiday, so there was no Evensong. Still I’m grateful to have chosen the path I did.

That day, as I left the Wren Library, descending the same staircase that had given me pause earlier, I was that child on that hard-to-find staircase, “And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head. It isn’t really Anywhere! It’s somewhere else Instead!”

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