Entries by Bethany

The Writing Bug

I had a great time at Soulfood last night. My daughter Pearl invited a couple of friends,  one of whom has taken creative writing classes. With a little nudging, and my notebook, all three scribbled some quick lines and read on the Open Mike. Pearl’s spontaneous poem was about her music, and my friend Janet […]

Coming Soon to a Bookstore Near You…

Well, I could…You contact the bookstore and set a date. I’ll show up! In the meantime, I am reading from Sparrow at SoulFood Coffee House, 15748 Redmond Way, Redmond, Washington, Thursday, January 16, at 7 p.m. The reading includes an open mike. Bring a poem! For more information, directions, and a bio of my co-reader, Jennifer Bullis, visit: […]

Quotable

I found this in Marianne Williamson, Everyday Grace:  “A human being is a part of the whole called the ‘universe,’ a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of… consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, […]

The Inner Life

I have been thinking about my maternal grandmother. Arada Lusk (1895-1983) was a tiny woman with a huge presence in my childhood. I grew up in the house my mother was born in, and my grandparents lived next door, in a house built by their sons and sons-in-laws. The winter after my grandfather died, when […]