Author Archives: e.k.laing

False starts and fitful endings are par for the course in any writing life. And that’s precisely the point of this post, to remind you, me, and the four walls that writing is a marathon, not a sprint and one’s writing must be reconciled to the arc of a lifetime a single moment at aContinue reading “Dear Nanowrimo”

It was early in my second tour of graduate school. I’d applied and been accepted because as a dear friend suggested, when life gets complicated, don’t simplify. At the time it made a kind of sense since everything in the recent past had officially fallen apart and where else does one go when you can’t goContinue reading “Satan Picked the Wrong Saint”

This analysis opens so many doors we cannot run through at once! How comes “the journey” to be an organizing tool? How long philosopher’s have been burrowing yet harvesting little truth from their centuries of conversation! And yet we, like ideas through the art of writing, are somehow distilled, as we make the journey fromContinue reading “Amanda Bell’s Bumblebee”

Though blaming dead white guys is trending and, it should be noted that many of them have earned it, this is not an attempt to jump on that bandwagon. It is merely my attempt to connect the dots of a circuitous life in linear fashion in an effort to explain the inexplicable and feel betterContinue reading “Why Blame O’Henry?”

Do I stop being a mother because I sit down to write? No. Do I cease being a writer because I parent even when she’s sleeping? No. How do I, a boomer of the Pause-then-Play generation manage mindfulness and parenting simultaneously? These are but a few of the criticisms that compete in my waking mind eachContinue reading “Parenting on Pause?”

Originally posted on Avon's Edge — Stephen D'Evelyn's Blog:
Candlemas is approaching (2 Feb). This is the festival in the Church’s calendar when we commemorate the presentation of the child Jesus in the temple and so Jesus’ first entry into the temple. We also commemorate the purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary,…

As subtly as the doughy round flesh of infancy gave way to angles that would become a toddler’s shoulder blades and joints came the conviction that all was and would indeed be well. Perhaps the miracle was noticing amid the daily rounds of feeding and nap time, exacerbated by end-of-semester grading and the holiday spin-cycle.Continue reading “Listening With The Eyes”

Originally posted on LoveforLiberation:
Fifty two years ago today, James Chaney, a black man, Michael Schwerner, a Jew, and Andrew Goodman, a white man, were murdered by terrorists in Mississippi, USA. These men were part of “Freedom Summer”, a voter registration and education campaign organized by the Congress for Racial Equality (CORE) to educate Black people about the…

Originally posted on Krazyku:
Revised 21 vi 2016 On the Kigo as an Image of Desire Haiku is a hinged form. The single line — Japanese kigo– is often spoken of as a cultural given, a seasonal word everybody in the language community understands,  a sort of fixed point.  That is perhaps too univocal (see below)…