Category: Life Thoughts

His eyes are dark pits in his head, white fading to grey darkening to impenetrable black, and there is worry in the lines under his eyes, between his brows. But looking at him, you know he is strong. He is tired and anxious, but in the proud bearing of his head, the hollow in his … Continue reading Dark Pits →

A few weeks back, I read "Reading While Writing." I'm not sure why: I'm not the sort that reads assigned text for fun, or tries to get ahead of the game by reading texts in advance. Something about the author's writing style, his ability to playfully unwrap the many layers of reading and writing that … Continue reading Reassurance and Responsibility →

I didn't realize whom Dorothea Lange was, or that I might even recognize any of her work, until I typed her name into Google images hoping to come up with a picture of Dorothea herself. My eyes immediately fell on the worry worn woman, with her furrowed eyebrows and tight lips, and a great "ohh" … Continue reading The Life and Lies of Dorothea Lange (And Her Less Renowned Husband) →

Paul Taylor seems significantly less famous than his wife and partner, Lange. Although both fought fiercely for what they believed in, Lange's passion pushed her past her husband into fame. Taylor began his life in Sioux City, Iowa in 1895. He had a mysterious childhood-- one that could not be pried into on the Internet … Continue reading And the Life of Paul Taylor →

It would be a long and arduous process if a writer were to try to label every part of a sentence she were scribbling down, and it would very likely interrupt the creative process. But then again, I don't have a mathematical mind and so can't see the benefit of dissecting sentences. While I'm writing, … Continue reading Grammar →

The symphony starts with the sharp ding of hard boots on metal, the solidly weighted heel sitting firm in the cupped stirrup, the exhalation of air through the seams in the leather as an ankle flexes; Then everything is motion, swinging limbs, sinews, leg hair prickling against light cotton fabric, bracing against the abrasive cold … Continue reading Symphony of Horse Snorts →

108-- Passage chosen in book This piece is a jumble of impressions, twisted together like the threads from a tapestry to show a bigger, more complete picture of life (cliché, yes I know). The run on sentences "whimpering before he was awake, an inarticulated soprano speaking through not quite weeping in complaint to his mother … Continue reading Exercise 5 on Page 131 →

Curiosity. It means many different things depending on who you are. To the Merryweather men from A Little White Horse, it is the downfall of all women. To me, it is the desire to see into my boyfriend's thoughts. And to many people, in many instances, it is the thing that killed the cat. So … Continue reading Q2: Curious →

It's hard enough to teach when you're staring down a crowd of not-so-eager students. It's even harder when your career is on the line. Taking these factors into account, our first potential teacher (whose name I forgot as soon as it came out of her mouth) did an admirable job. Although I felt that her … Continue reading Power →

In writing this blog right now, I am eating my vegetables first-- If I were, that is, an eight-year old child who doesn't like to eat vegetables; which incidentally I am not. Reading about editing (and how not to let editing interfere with ones writing) has given me a desire to skip to dessert and … Continue reading My Vegetables →