Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:
Original Image courtesy of David HT Flikr Creative Commons… Many new authors slog out that first book, editing every word to perfection, revising, reworking, redoing. When I used to be a part of critique groups, it was not at all uncommon to find writers who’d been working on…
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The Currency of Hugs
Sometimes when my son speaks to me, I feel like I am the grasshopper and he the master. It is not for the clarity of his statements that I feel this way, but for the oxymoronic riddles he weaves. For example, he was sad that he only had two Father’s Day presents for Arie Jan.Continue reading “The Currency of Hugs”
Kievit
After attending a fabulous lecture about organic food at a Connecting Women event, I signed up for the Dutch equivalent of Community Supported Agriculture. Thus every week, we have several bags of fresh organic fruit and vegetables delivered to our doorstep by Kievit. I know this sounds rather extravagent for a full time grad studentContinue reading “Kievit”
Old Books versus Mother Nature
Usually I love nature. Just last week I was saying to my husband how much I want to live in a natural environment, away from the screeching sounds of the tram rails, the bricks and concrete and the compressed feeling I experience when I’m among the crowds in the shopping district. But when a bitingContinue reading “Old Books versus Mother Nature”
The Veluwe and other things that make my son run
The Dutch are a hardy stock not easily deterred by harsh weather. They can tolerate high winds, freezing cold and overcast skies for days on end without complaint. But there comes a time, such as the beginning of May, when they feel entitled to better weather for having endured the long, harsh winter. If by mid-May theContinue reading “The Veluwe and other things that make my son run”
A small epiphany with a glass of wine
Last Friday I attended a friend’s 35th birthday party. Her living room, with tall glass doors to the garden and a gleaming hardwood floor, was filled with women festively dressed for the occasion. Dim lighting, jovial conversation and a table lined with a selection of wines and snacks created a festive atmosphere. Even though I didn’t recognize anyoneContinue reading “A small epiphany with a glass of wine”
Why do you write?
I was speaking to my brother on the phone the other day about a post on a blog we both follow called Life of Johnston. She starts her post with the following: “I only started this online diary as a publicity stunt for my books. Yet fame continues to elude me. It seems that aContinue reading “Why do you write?”
Boston Marathon, Interpreter of Maladies, Displacement
I woke up early Tuesday morning to the screeching of trams rolling along the tracks mixed with the pleasant chirping of birds. After a thirty minute meditation, I eased into the morning routine of making breakfast, packing lunch for my son, getting my own bag ready for my Tuesday morning gym class and kissing myContinue reading “Boston Marathon, Interpreter of Maladies, Displacement”
Strange Things the Dutch Don’t Do
The Napkin A few weeks ago a beam of sunshine cracked through the thick layers of gray and we celebrated by going out to a cafe. Our son ordered a tosti (a diminuitive of the grilled cheese sandwich) and Chocomel (chocolate milk that is so well branded, it dominates the market, and is a staple in everyContinue reading “Strange Things the Dutch Don’t Do”
You Rock Luther Richmond!
I’m getting a little tired of awesome people I know passing away. And I’m even bummed when even not-so-awesome people die. I know death is part of life, but what I find strange is the gush of regret-laden feelings that comes to the surface at funerals; “I wish I’d told her how much she meant toContinue reading “You Rock Luther Richmond!”
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