Travel
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The Traveling Yogi
A couple of years ago, I began a morning meditation routine that started on Facebook and somehow migrated to TikTok. I rarely mention my books, maybe make a passing comment to my writing, and concentrate on a word for the day that either inspires or encourages me. It began as a spoof to see if I could find that many inspirational words, but throughout the time I’ve been doing it, it’s become a balm for my soul. A very selfish moment that I reminded myself to do every day, mostly because I needed the comfort. Selfish of me. Then some of my friends mentioned how a particular comment I’d made…
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Writing from the Beach
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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…
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Writing from the Beach
I’ve been writing since I was nine, and throughout this long, often rocky, career, I’ve always dreamed of writing in a house near the beach. I imagined a cold, winter beach, where I was the only person on a long stretch of sand. For me, staring at a stretch of water, preferably one that crashes and roars, gives me permission to write the stories that have rattled around in my head every day of my life. When I chased grasshoppers in the empty lot across the street from the projects where I grew up, I longed for those days when my father would pile all of us into the Buick…
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Keeping Goals and Dreams In Front of You
I guess I’m getting a little sentimental, because I have a landmark birthday coming up, and it’s surprising me how impacted I am by it, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the future (as well as the past). For a writer, to look to the future means to evaluate where you are now and what you would like to be when you grow up. I guess I’m not grown up yet, because I’m still looking at a very long list of wishes and dreams and hopes and goals. I wonder sometimes what would happen if I finish this list. That’s a scary thought. During the last two years, I…
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