I’ve been thinking a lot about pride lately and how it can become an obstacle in one’s life. An icy chill came over me as I looked back at my year in Denver, and was startled to remember times I let my pride and ego-centric frustration take over unrelated things–how I was frozen in some […]
The butcher interview is in the works! The butcher and I are conspiring to get it into shape for blog publication. Meanwhile, I’ve been working at the writing lab as ye olde writing tutor. And, I’ve been thinking a lot about writing anxiety lately. Not because I’m in the middle of it, actually (Huzzah!) but […]
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Something has been missing here at Nola Studiola. We’ve got almost everything: snarky comments, interviews with courageous writers, a thrilling love story with a broad-chested deep sea diver. What’s missing? Oh, yeah! Food. Understandably, the link to food somehow got lost along the way. Some curators at Nola Studiola have continued the food thread, and […]
I work at a writing lab at a community college here in the Crescent City. There are lots of fun moments in the writing lab. There are also a lot of awkward ones, because unlike a classroom, the teachers and students in the lab aren’t a part of a coherent community, and oftentimes you have […]
Wendy Darling sat in a bedroom on the top floor of an old farmhouse in the middle of Nebraska, where the sky cups the edges of eyesight and fields rustle en masse to imitate the sounds of the sea that used to be here 65 million years ago. She texted Lost Boy: “Do you want […]
There’s a side story in the Story of Lost Boy the deep sea diver and Wendy Darling, the Alison of this blog. At first glance, it might seem to anyone reading these next lines (including Lost Boy) that it is an unrelated side story, one that belongs to the side–way, way to the side–but actually, […]
I decided that I needed to meet Lost Boy. I told him that I had an active imagination, and I was afraid of concocting a story about us that wasn’t rooted in reality. He wrote back that he understood, and he’d like to meet me, as well. “Very much so,” he typed. I believed him […]
What do I do when I’m afraid? I revise. I have revised the story of my nanny stint in Denver to sound like it was a heroic act of risk taking in the name of pursuing my dreams. “I left my cousin’s house to live with friends and work on my novel every day for […]
Nancy Drew, Mr. Drew, and Wild Boo were out of town the first weekend I was in Denver, and I busied myself in the kitchen, making dishes from Martha Rose Shulman’s Mediterranean Cooking. I made potaje de vigila and carrot, leek and apple soup, and food, and food and more food. Whenever I need to think […]
