It’s late at night, the moon shining through the living room window. I should be asleep but I’m not. I’m lying with the cat, awake but sleepy. I’m enjoying the night, enjoying the silence, enjoying my own company. My partner is away for the night, down in Homer to check on the cabin while I… Read More A night alone (or, my crush on a Trixie Belden character)
Oh dear, remember that song by the Spice Girls, “So tell me what you want, what you really, really want.” (Now I’m going to be singing that all night, sigh, sigh.) Probably, you think you do know what you want. I did, and it turns out that I was wrong, and on so many counts. I… Read More Tell me what you want, what you really, really want
When I read Occasional Soulmates last month, I became so excited that I wanted to call up the author and invite her out to lunch. I imagined drinking tea and talking about men and, you know, having a good ol’ girl talk. Except that Occasional Soulmates is actually written by a man named Kevin Brennan (Kevin,… Read More Hell of a woman (except he’s really a man)
Well, my project to write each day of September was a big, fat failure. Oh, I wrote, I just didn’t write my stuff. I wrote journalism stories and briefs and obituaries. Which is still writing, still honing the craft. But it didn’t cause me to ponder or question or wonder or dig down deep inside of myself,… Read More Writing fail, and big Alaska photo drop
Cinthia Ritchie 