You know that popular conversation starter/interview question: “If you could have dinner with anyone living or dead, who would you choose?” Sometimes combined with: “And what would you ask them?” I am sure I’ve answered these questions at least a few times, but I can never remember who I said I’d choose. Not too long … More Pre-mothers & pre-fathers.
The carrot is walking. Or rather, “walking” is the carrot. The carrot with which I lure myself out of bed early in the morning to go dub-dub. (That’s Amharic for “jogging”, presumably because that’s the sound Ethiopian bodies make when they hit the trail.) In order to get up, I promise myself that I don’t … More Necessary lies for Little Turtle.
What better time to revive a blog that got started because of my travels than during the longest period of my life when I have not travelled anywhere? (16 monz and counting.) Yeah re-reading that sentence a few times might be necessary because if this thing is going to continue one of my conditions is … More I think it’s working…
…is this thing still working? 🧐 or does it need more posts?
So, rather than me writing what I hope people want to know about re: the behind-the-scenes of Daughters of Silence, I asked my IG (Instagram) posse what they want to know. Here, the questions from near and far, and my responses, as well as a little behind-the-scenes action via YouTube. … More Some Asked, I Answered.
I was too young to know that every country had one of those – airlines, that is, and the pretty ladies that went along with them, not to mention the dashing pilots. I was too young to even know that there were such things as other countries. There was Ethiopia, that was that. That was the world. … More Follow the Smile
Early on in my writing of what became DAUGHTERS OF SILENCE, I used to call up funeral homes under the guise of being a potential customer and ask them detailed questions about exhumations and body repatriations. … More Undercover Undertaker Writer Spy
All I had to do was summarize a nearly 10 year creative and personal journey into ten minutes…I remembered to breathe, feel my feet on the ground and more or less the rest of my body above, and most of all to focus on what was going on at present, not what I would have to do minutes from now. … More Books & Bombs
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More Notes from the Canadian honey jar… #43: August 1, 2017 IDEA for setting: an Ethio soccer game week! (genesis of the story) The street busker, black contortionist in neon green leopard print bodysuit, who could fit himself into a box. Maybe I could use that…? Seems ripe for metaphor-izing. The giant statue of ‘American Gothic’. … More Prompts: August 2017