Dear Word Thief

Recently, I became aware that you were using words I’d written on your website. I no longer think of those as precisely “my words,” since a client paid me to write them, and since nobody can really own words (more on that later), but still, you...

Distance: An Observation in Five Parts

I. John Donne covers the difference between apart and separate in his poem “A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning,” which I once had by heart but when I rewrote the last line, I figured I’d better return to the source. This poem came into my mind at...

Words Fail

I’m interested in what is the least you can tell the audience and still keep the story moving. The hint, the suggestion, the blank spaces that correspond precisely to a set of letters that you won’t recognize immediately but whose pattern will suddenly...

In Every Ending, a Beginning

When I was teaching college, I used to share William Pastille’s 1998 commencement address with my favorite classes. (Yes, I had favorites but didn’t play them. Some groups of people who come together just jell better.) Mr. Pastille was a tutor of my...

Write About Your Husband, He Says

When I got home tonight, I was feeling a bit upset. For no reasonable reason. Luckily, there’s a Big Big Love at home who loves me, and he was all up for going upstairs and lying down and talking. First, we talked about a bunch of ways I feel I’m not...

Wishing Carefully

Yesterday, I got The Call. T., who  hired me to do marketing on the fall show for his company, said he and his producing partner were discussing the best way to use my talent and my time, and they wanted me to keep my focus on one area of inspiration. Good idea, guys....