by Andi | Sep 4, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
This morning in my journal I wrote: When will I learn to write myself, to be who I am, who I am becoming. Perhaps it is easier to be who everyone else wants (or I think they want) because those wants I see more discretely. My own wants are woven of wounds and... by Andi | Sep 1, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
This room is not a place you cry. It is a place where professors in gold cufflinks and suspenders rest books on foam cradles like infants. It is a place where even the softest sound – pages whispering as they turn – can sound a torrent. But it is not a... by Andi | Aug 29, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
Fourteen legal-sized sheets. I scan each of them, remembering to translate what looks like a ‘p’ into a double-s. Jesse, not Jepe. Today, I’m looking for Creasy, or is it Creecy? Creasia? My eyes flit past names now familiar and friendly –... by Andi | Aug 28, 2011 | Andi's Book, Book Recommendations, Uncategorized, Written and Wrought
When I woke this morning, no alarm went off. No cat put a paw on my lips. No aftershock shook me alert. Today, I woke to the sun coming through the window. Normally, this is a lovely way to wake up, but today – after Hurricane Irene has passed over us with... by Andi | Aug 26, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
“They broke it into pieces – they broke it apart – merely to put it back together again with the barest of spaces between the fragments.” from “Opalescent” by Brenda Miller This morning I spent a couple of hours trying to put...