Saturday, April 30, 2011

Blogging Blues

April has been my worst blogging month since I started almost a year ago. In fact, none of my writing has been going well--that is I haven't done much writing. I've been keeping up with my morning pages (even though the term "evening pages" is more accurate for a a few entries), made some half-hearted attempts at working on a poem, but that's about it.

It's not for lack of subject matter: I had many ideas--things I'm reading, TV shows and movies I've been watching, the cancellation of One Life to Live and All My Children, our Gettysburg weekend.

I guess I've just been pre-occupied with other things--a surge of last-minute tutoring students for the May SAT, research for the condo renovations that we're finally ready to start, schedule adjustments to Jeff's new project in downtown Manhattan.

I miss writing--I need to do more of it--blogging, poetry, essays, longer pieces.

I feel a little awkward writing about not blogging. It's not that I have a big audience clamoring for my posts. As far as I know, I have five readers. But I know how disappointed I get when I go to a blog and it's not updated. I owe it to myself--if no one else--to post more.

May will be better.

Saturday, April 9, 2011


I usually think of anniversaries as happy occasions, celebrations. But sometimes they represent sad memories such as my recent post about the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire

Today is the one year anniversary of my father's death. Today we head to Gettysburg for one last farewell.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Republican-Threatened Government Shutdown: A War on Women Federal funding for abortion is already banned under the Hyde Amendment. Regardless, abortion should not be a part of a budget debate. I am shocked at the Republican attack on Planned Parenthood even though I said thirty years ago that Republicans were against contraception

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Writing Poetry

One of my recent posts was about the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire After I wrote that post, I watched an HBO special about the fire. It was compelling--I transcribed several lines as I watched. There was a poem somewhere in there. I made my first attempt. It didn't flow. Sometimes poems have to be birthed over a long period of time. Sometimes they end up as something other than a poem. That's what happened with my Mets piece. Whatever. I'll keep working on it because I know something is there.

Spring is Here

I watched the weather report this morning--for the next week--the highs are forecast in the 50's--the end of this long damn winter. Yes I am apparently obsessed with weather just like I said here:

On my morning walk with Spike today, I saw forsythia and daffodils, the other day I saw crocuses. Ah spring.