Yesterday morning, in the teeth of the blizzard named Stella, worry kept me from my usual ability to focus. My mother-motor was humming along behind my daily practice and I could not get traction-like my car on the snowy ice in the driveway.
Jan Phillips and I spent time together in June at Women's Voices, Women's Visions at Skidmore College. photo by Denice Jelley
I am very curious about conversation. I love to talk with people about more than the weather. I want to know what you...
by Suzi Banks Baum
One tangle of mothering teens is this:
You emerge from sleep. You hear your teen making a smoothie. She is grinding what sounds to be at least two cement blocks lugged from the garage at a pre-dawn hour and...
Word clouds give me new phrases to use in my writing. They jar me.
If you were to ask me, “what does it take to settle down to write?”,
I would say it depends on the urgency of dream images cluttering my vision, before my eyelids part to let...
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Third Annual “Out of the Mouths of Babes” at Berkshire Festival of Women Writers on March 1, 2014 February 24, 2014
Great Barrington, MA –
Whether you’ve been tending a fevered child all night, struggling with a creative...
“The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.”
What does "Priming Your Pump" mean?
Do you feel dry and stale sometimes?Do you wake up wondering if something new will come in to your day to surprise you?Do you wonder if your...
Who Do You Think You Are?
I am a mother of two children.
The birth of these people in to my life and my marriage forever changed how I answer this question.
I was a variety of things (actress, newlywed, couturier, free wheeling) before their...
What is true today?
The sun is shining.
I am nervous about the reading at the Museum of Motherhood tomorrow.
I was just walking in the sunlight, talking to two friends about it all and exactly as I was talking about how my work and the work of all...
What do you do first in the morning?
I have learned that to enter my day having listened in closely to what my prayers, a poem, and sitting quietly have to offer me,
I am better suited to happiness and inspiration.
I open up and can sustain this...