Snow Falls and It’s Suddenly Silent

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“A snowstorm has commenced, fine flakes falling steadily, and rapidly whitening all the landscape. In half an hour the russet earth is painted white, even to the horizon. Do we know of any other so silent and sudden a change?”

– Henry David Thoreau

Photograph by Ellen Blum Barish

The Light Already Present

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“I am going to notice the lights of the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars, the lights of our candles as we march, the lights with which spring teases us, the light that is already present.”

— Anne Lamott

Photograph by Ellen Blum Barish

 

The Power of a Circle … And Holding Hands

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Proof that Martin Luther King’s legacy is still very much alive, my essay titled, “The Power of a Circle: Standing Hand-in-Hand to Overcome Discrimination” was published in this week’s Tablet.

Any plans for Martin Luther King’s birthday?

Photo by Liora London

 

The Writer as Teller

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Fingertips tapping keys. Pencil or pen scratching paper.  Body shifting in the seat. Chair legs rearranging themselves on the floor.

These are sounds that a writer makes.

But the sound a storyteller makes as she spins her yarn is entirely different. The words may be the same, but there’s the sound of her voice, a microphone to amplify it, and if all goes well, chuckles for the funny parts and nods of understanding from the listeners.

Human connection.

Which is at the heart of live lit productions.

Like the one I am delighted to be in at Essay Fiesta on Monday, January 20th with several other tellers.

Venture over to The Book Cellar, browse the bookshelves, get a latte or a glass of wine and settle in for an evening of heartfelt stories. The show starts at 7 pm, but I urge you to get there closer to 6:30 if you want a seat as they go quickly!

Photo of me and with my baby brother, Adam, in a moment of connection. Courtesy of the Blum archives.