I am from… Schenectady, San Diego, Mexico (so many cities), New York, Fort Collins. I am from Mercury spashdowns and dust motes through venetian blinds. I am from wringer washers and raspberry patches, from open doors and open hearts. I am from Mitla mosaics and chiles charred black. I am from a place where words matter.
I write. See my prison memoir at Blackbirds in the Pomegranate Tree: Stories from Ixcotel State Prison.
I garden. See my art prints from nature on Etsy.
I still pinch myself daily. Life is scary and brilliant and giant and horrible and gorgeous. How can that be? I keep trying to figure it out.
Original post from August 2013:
Because at 55 I made a radical change and left a decade of hard work and good friends in NYC to move to Colorado…
Because I have made such radical moves before and know that it takes some focus on linking to keep friends close…
Because I am curious to keep tabs on myself and my discoveries as I move into this new chapter…
Because love is new and because it is daunting and daring and worthy of attention…
I open this blog and offer it to friends as a way to keep us connected.
Here are some pieces of my new world.
Update December 2014:
Now 16 months in Colorado, and I have published my prison memoir and another volume in an ongoing series in my poem-a-day collection with Yvonne Garrett, started a garden, started making photo transfer prints of flowers from that garden, adopted another kitty and am enjoying discovering life together with Joseph from our base in a log cabin. I pinch myself daily.