Grief
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Write On The Beach 2022!
I’m living where I always wanted to: a view of the ocean out my windows. Now, I want to share this space with other writers who need to get some work done and might not have the space or funds to do so. I’m opening my second bedroom for certain writers on a donation basis. My way of giving back. I hope that whoever stays here in this place with Izzy and me can write and breathe and relax. If you want up-to-date information, join my FB page for the Writer’s Room.
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Changes in Latitude: Writing Under an Assumed Name
Alone every night in that cinderblock house during a frozen upstate New York winter, I realized I was on my own for the first time in my life. No family members to take Jen for a few hours if I needed to work or do errands. No friends around the corner to grouse to at night. I’d never lived in a place more desolate or quiet. The scraggly field in front of the house turned brown as the days began to cool off and August rolled into September. The house settled into black corners by 4:30 if I didn’t turn on a few lights. The bedrooms, on the back side…
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A blast from the past: sharing my essay Amistad (originally published by Provo Canyon Review, 2015)
Hello, Everyone! I’ve decided to share some of my previously published essays, since it’s nice to have them all in one place, but I’ll still continue to blog about writing when the spirit moves me, so stay tuned for that, as well. Sometimes I go through phases and write in different genres. I’ve been a novelist for years, but lately, the essay form is luring me once again. More on that later, but for now, here’s an essay I wrote after facing death in the eyes. Nothing tougher, huh? Cheers, Dawn ~*~ Amistad When both my best friend, Carol Quinto, and her husband, Mike, were simultaneously…