Zinsser wrote, In Writing Well, chapter 5, “I’m talking about two different issues. One is craft, the other is attitude. The first is a question of mastering a precise skill. The second is a question of how you use that skill to express your personality.” Craft is something I’m in constant learning mode, some mastered … Continue reading The Audience
Category: Personal Reflections
Catastrophic Suffering
I grew up in a fundamentalist religious group in Canada until I turned ten and our family moved to Los Angeles. Our world in Canada was all white with a “Truman Show” atmosphere. I experienced a traumatic culture shock after we moved. I didn’t stand out as being different in our sheltered prairie town but … Continue reading Catastrophic Suffering
What Do I Miss (pre-pandemic) An Allegory
Sand tickles bare feet; Sand shifts; I tip sideways; arms fling wide. Waves crash; waves suck in sand; I brace my body, I brace its watermelon-shaped abdomen. Waves pull me under; I gurgle---spit saltiness. Waves tumble me-over-and-over; I gasp! Help Pandemic. What's new? Masks, social-distancing, senior store hours, gloves, wash hands, repeat. Online classes, online … Continue reading What Do I Miss (pre-pandemic) An Allegory
I’ve got my own version to tell
The Jesus I knew as a child was part of my Truman Show world; set in the prairies of Alberta Canada. I was four years old when we moved there in 1953. I remember very little about the "outside" world. Our family of five, lived in a college town that had a campus and dorms as its … Continue reading I’ve got my own version to tell
Grace As I Sit Here
Last night the toothless old oppressor of souls, a.k.a, the "Tempter", the "Liar", tried to speak his lies into my tired mind. He wasn’t even sneaky like he usually is. He did a full on gut sucker punch. He had me to the mat counting down...one...two...three. I struggled to my feet and faced off. I … Continue reading Grace As I Sit Here
