#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Spring Photo Stream Collage

A storyteller loves to hear these words: “Again. Tell it again.” On the ride to drop off my grandson tonight I told a story about the deer who ate my rhododendron bush this winter. The story backed up to his weekend departure, and it was a lovely moment for me, and I think, for him too. Tonight, after pickle ball, we tried to have dinner, a group of us, at the club, but while waiting for our order to arrived the fire alarm went off and we all had to leave––hungry––and our group went our separate ways and found something to eat. Then I went to a poetry workshop online that started at 9:00 p.m. US (and late to serve people listing from Hong Kong) on “The Persistent Hum of the Past," offered by Q.M. Zhang. Really special, a lovely workshop, even though I’m a bit too tired to fully engage with the writing; great material shared. When I found Wave out of bed this morning he was walking a bit blindly with eyes sticky with sleep. That’s from the Sandman, I said. You slept so well because he put extra sand in your eyes. I got a warm cloth and rinsed his eyes. He said, tonight I’m going to throw sand in his eyes! Oh, you better not, I said. What would happen if all around the world children couldn’t go to sleep tonight because the Sandman fell asleep?!! I had two online meetings, one coaching and one recording a monologue with an actor that I’m going to use in a workshop. A long delicious delicious nap. No walk today. The storm blew the trees wildly and I went for a long swim and felt terrific. So so happy to be back in the pool. I am offering a workshop on April 30 that’s a benefit for my publisher, Lily Poetry Review Books, and I’m excited to lead it. It’s open to anyone. My uncle is still in the hospital. Tomorrow I will go to Connecticut.

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