When the woman on the phone asks for a meeting, I envision a comfortable table, a set of four stiff-backed chairs, a pitcher of ice water with four to six glasses, and a smallish window where some gloomy ray of sunlight strains to show through dusty blinds.
In other words, a setting like most of the interviews I’ve endured these past six months. Continue reading
On one of my hold-my-breath-until-we-land flights a few months ago, I was the last passenger to enter the plane (my normal routine) and sat next to a nice-looking man who barely looked up.
But I looked him up and down, gauging how well the flight would go. Not garrulous, check. Not nervous, check. Not a drinker, check. All good to go. 
But as I placed my purse under my seat and opened my book, I took offense. Perhaps this man – mid-30s – dismissed me already for being one of those things: a talker or a nervous flier or worse, just an “older woman” who was – dismissible. Continue reading
Hello! My name is Meredith Powers, and I’ve been asked to introduce my author, Pamela Wight, to you.
Well, of course, many of you already know Pamela as the blogger of Roughwighting. But I know her more intimately – she created me.
But according to Pamela in her response in D. Wallace Peach’s post (in the Myths of the Mirror blog), I kind of created myself. Continue reading
Perhaps it’s big magic, perhaps it’s many small great things, but for the good of the commonwealth, I choose to think it’s the origin of us all.
Before the fall, when the summer sun seems like the light of Paris, and cerulean and lavender seem like every day true colors, circumstances of childhood don’t matter. If we have bags, we travel. Our nemesis – winter – is conquered, and we believe that today will be different. 
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My Christmas pantoum poem of family and love and walks in the newly fallen snow is shared here by the marvelous Sally of Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life.
May your own memories of special holidays – new and old – bring you PEACE and JOY.
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