It has been a year since I was last in Ireland and nearly that long since I have written here. I haven't been silent for a lack of things to say or even writer's block. In fact, there are several incomplete drafts waiting and many post-worthy issues in American culture begging for my attention. The … Continue reading Longing for Home
Tag: writing
F@#k Yeah!
I was so used to an attitude of scarcity that I couldn't see the rich choices I had. India was what was available so I said yes, thinking it was my only option. I hadn't even considered what else I could do. Or, what I really wanted to do.
Listening for Words
Writing is a twisting trail through rough terrain, and I try to be open to the unexpected places the journey can take me. Truth revealed in words is often discovered in tucked away corners, a shifty thing that doesn't unveil itself easily."
Finding Home Far Away
I reached into my pants pocket today and pulled out a small, hard chunk of earth flecked with grass. The pants had just been washed but the pocket was still filled with crumbles of grittiness. I think I remember putting them there while Neil and Ed and I walked an empty misty path on a … Continue reading Finding Home Far Away
Robyn Lynn 