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The Rollercoaster
It was huge. Beyond huge, gigantic. And the noise was even more overwhelming than the size.
On Gratitude - By Debby Dahl Edwardson
A raucous group of five loons swam by my northern Minnesota island this morning, calling back and forth and raising their wings together as though dancing, then diving deep for their breakfasts before moving on, in unison, to the next bay.
So Worthy of My Attention
Last week I began an exploration on the topic of gratitude in response to a conversation with a friend, Jane Buchanan.
Never Dream of Regretting
The best thing for being sad," replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something.
To Have Been of Earth
Once Here
… simply to be here is so much
and because what is here seems to need us,
this vanishing world that concerns us strangely
Lesson versus Theme
Last week I talked about theme in story, about my own astonishment at discovering, not just that my stories had an identifiable theme but that it was pretty much the same one every time.
Everything We Hold
Many years ago, I sat on a stage, ready to receive an award for my novel, Tangled Butterfly.
Why Do We Need Stories?
Last week I talked about a writer’s need to write, about the satisfaction of stringing words together, of seeing them land on the page.
No Choice but to Write
There is only one thing to do. Go into yourself. Examine your reason for writing.
Of the People, By the People, For the People
That the government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
