Before you read this post, take a look at this article about “Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay.” I was one of those who left. Packed up, headed out. Across the country. Away from my hometown, which was more suburban than rural, but I am a late Boomer. It’s kind of what we did. It…
Category: writing
Our latest gun tragedy; a few thoughts. (Write Every Day #10)
I woke up to the terrible news of the shooting in Virginia. A shooter. Again. Five people injured but no deaths, thanks to security detail that was on the scene. Right now, there is a press conference. People want answers where few exist. The investigation is so fresh. Safety is a worry. No one is…
Let’s Talk Climate Change: Up Close and Personal (Write Every Day #9)
Le’ts talk climate change. The evidence can be seen in my backyard. The tragedy of the pines is a little like the canary in the goldmine. Five years ago, my husband and I bought a tiny cabin in the woods of Amador County, in California. The forest was the selling point because the house was…
Like the very best magic tricks, our children grow up and leave us wondering how they did that. (Write Every Day # 8)
Our daughter, having finished her freshmen year of college, just took off for her first day of a paid internship with the Port of Oakland . This is an internship she researched and applied to on her own. The competition was fairly stiff and yet she landed the job. Suddenly, she’s very grown up —…
When a child graduates, let’s celebrate the mommies and the daddies too. (Write Every Day #7)
When my daughter graduated high school last year, I did all the traditional things that parents do for their graduates. I cried when I took her for her senior portraits and cried again when the prints arrived. We invited family to the graduation ceremony and cheered wildly for her as she crossed the stage. And…
Oh, the Nit Wits! Don’t let the cute picture of the dog fool you. (Write Every Day #6)
This is why I get stuck on what to write: the dog peed everywhere, just before I had my first cup of coffee; my daughter discovered she has a mild case of lice (eww, ick — they are sneaky, insidious creatures so we have to go into full combat mode); and I feel like the…
An Archaeological Dig in the Guest Room (Write Every Day #5)
I’m diving into my guest room today because it’s got to get cleaned out. Diving is the operative word because it has become the repository for all “things that have no place.” Do you have a room like that? Oh, an extra blanket? Throw it on the fold-out couch in the guest room because guests…
Please Pardon Our Distraction (Write Every Day #4)
My morning quiet. I cherish it. It’s in the quiet of daybreak that I can think . . . and it’s the best time for me to write. If I don’t write as I sip that first cup of morning coffee, the noise of the day gets too loud and pulls me away from that…
My Summer Promise: Write. Every. Day.
When I first started this little blog, my attempt was to write every day, my seat in a seat. That didn’t quite pan out as I had planned, although I did manage to put out a few pieces here and there. Truth is, teaching middle school kids and parenting teenagers uses up all my creative…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 