Posts Tagged ‘Write On Mamas’

Lit Crawl 2018

Friday, October 19th, 2018

I’m excited to read at Lit Crawl with my Write On Mamas friends, this Saturday at 8 PM. I’m the first reader in our group, at Carousel Consignment on 2391 Mission Street, San Francisco.

Although excited might not be the right word: Anxious, nervous, apprehensive.

The antidote to stage fright is practice, I know. Which I do. And still.

The good news is that by tomorrow night, the reading will be behind me. I will have survived, as I always do.

In the scheme of things to be afraid of, reading out loud in front of people is not huge. It barely registers.

That’s what I tell myself.

Focus on the words and the meaning of the words. Aim to communicate.



On the radio and A to Z

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

I’ve written a few essays lately, which feels great after many months of writing no essays. One appears in the Mamas Write anthology, of which I am very proud and which is available now on Amazon, and another on the “Write On Mamas” website, for an A to Z blog challenge, titled “Q is for Quiet.”

The first paragraph of my Q contribution reads:

In the days when my parents were telling stories, before their memories of the past began to disappear, my father liked to say that every night when he and my mom put me to bed and closed the door, I was talking. The next morning, when they returned to wake me up, they opened the door to find me still talking. For all they knew, according to Dad, I’d been moving my mouth for a solid ten hours. I was the third of five children, born to two verbal parents skilled at spinning yarns, and sandwiched among siblings who learned from the masters. To be heard in that crowd, I needed to yammer and jaw: “Listen to me! Over here! I, too, have something to say!”

You can read the rest here.

In addition, I wrote a piece that aired on our local NPR affiliate, KQED, ”Sugar High,” about my failed attempts this Lent to give up sugar. The idea came to me one Friday night at a weekly soup supper our church hosts during Lent’s 40 days, when all I kept thinking about was the possibility of someone serving a rogue dessert. Rarely, if ever, has an essay come to me with so little effort.

I’m hoping to stay inspired. De-cluttering was the first step. Just getting rid of stuff cleared space not only in our house but also as in my mind. It’s a start.



“Mamas Write” Anthology

Monday, April 7th, 2014

I belong to a writing group called the Write On Mamas, and we have self-published our first anthology, titled Mamas Write. The essay I contributed, “The Mother in the Square,” is set in Antigua, Guatemala.

This article in the North Bay Bohemian, about the group and anthology, features a beautiful piece of writing by my friend and fellow adoptive mom to a son from Guatemala, Teri Stevens. Read through to the end of the article for Teri’s very moving piece, “There Was a Before.”

Mamas Write is now available in England, apparently, on Amazon, and soon at bookstores and on Amazon in the US. Exciting!