Archives for April2010


Weariness

For those of you who regularly visit my blog, perhaps you’ve noticed that I haven’t been posting as frequently. I will be back–and soon–but I’m taking the briefest of breaks from blogging. I’m not one of those people who can or wants to blog about my daily activities. Instead, I try to write about things that matter to me. So some of the essays I post here take a lot out of me.

More important, I think I’m feeling weary of all the social obligations on the internet–posting blogs, reading other people’s blogs, facebook, twitter, my space. AAAAAAHHHH. How do others keep up with it all? I don’t know. My enthusiasm comes only in short bursts and then disappears for weeks at a time.

I am writing a lot right now, though. I’m revising my novel about South Africa, AIDS, and witchcraft. I’m still working on my nonfiction memoir–explorations and journeys into the worlds of healers and healing in South Africa. I’ve been working on short essays about my childhood (one of which you may have read over on Rough Copy), a couple of short stories, and a ton of picture books. In fact, I’ve written seven or eight picture books in the last couple of months.

Meanwhile, I’m still teaching several writing classes each semester at two different community colleges. I’m keeping up the Fertile Source literary magazine, and have been publishing a new essay, short story, or poem every Monday for over a year.  And Catalyst Book Press is churning away–two new books out in the last couple of months (Creating a Life: the Memoir of a Writer and Mom in the Making by Corbin Lewars and Knocked Up, Knocked Down: Postcards of Miscarriage and Other Misadventures from the Brink of Parenthood by Monica Murphy LeMoine). Since I am the publisher, editor, book designer, and marketer at Catalyst Book Press, it’s exhausting and time-consuming.

So I do apologize if you’ve been looking for another blog post and haven’t seen one this month. I’ll be back (said in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice).

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Sadly disappointed

I am sure the Catholic church will survive the latest round of scandals, just like it has survived past scandals, but I am sadly disappointed with the Catholic League’s attempt to argue that sleeping with 12 and 13 year old boys is not pedophilia. It seems like an awful lot of justifying is going on.  Here’s the ad they put in the New York Times (click on it and it will enlarge to a readable font):

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The Red Coat

My essay, “The Red Coat,” appears in Rough Copy today. Here’s a teaser:

When I was eight, my family moved from Albuquerque to El Paso.

An adventure! my mother said. Why, if you want to go to Mexico, you just walk across a bridge, and there you are!

We learned how to count in Spanish, celebrated Christmas, packed the U-Haul, and moved south during the worst snow-storm the area had seen in decades. My parents rented a house with aqua blue and pink shag rugs in a Mexican-American neighborhood and, just after the New Year, I entered third grade at my new school.

As the classroom door clanged on my mother’s departing back, I glanced shyly at my classmates, an ache in my chest, the kind of ache you have when you haven’t slept long enough. I shrugged my red coat closer and tried to sort through the excited chatter, Spanish and English mixing into one glorious smattering of unintelligible sound as the classroom absorbed the presence of this white girl, the only one in the class.

READ MORE on Rough Copy.

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