"Origins" Essay

  Last June, a year after the Dobbs decision, Tangled Locks Journal continued to speak out for women's abortion rights. They shared this thoughtful and informative post about the whys and whos of abortion. And they published a series of essays about abortion.  I am pleased to have my essay, " Origins " on that list. (And regretful I didn't post it here sooner.) I'm grateful for the opportunity to share my story and my words.  The choice of when and how to have a child is a fundamental right, and I will continue to fight for this truth. Only when women have complete control over our bodies will we truly be free. 

Balance Wednesday- Rake Leaves

I've been pretty focused on one thing lately- writing. Here’s a short list of what I've been doing: writing a ten page essay every 2 weeks, reading a book a week and writing 4-5 page critical responses to those books, going to local book readings and events, connecting with writers online, forming a nature writing critique group and then getting into our first month of critiquing each other’s work, writing in my personal journal, reading news articles about the writing business, taking on more work as Blog Editor at Literary Mama, sending a small handful of queries to magazines, writing a few articles for the paper, thinking about what essays to write next and contemplating what my thesis will be about next year. My life is writing. That’s all. It’s writing. (I spend any other free time cleaning bathrooms and dishes).

I manage to work in time with my son and husband as well, but they are becoming more sufficient without me, and I am becoming more ok with leaving them to their own devices. But six weeks into the MFA, eight to go, I realize that it can’t all be about writing all the time. Really, it can’t. 

Since this writing life kicked in, everything has been pared down to the essentials. And garden work is not one of them. So the garden is a mess, the lawn needs mowing, Cedar and his friends somehow scattered bits of trash all around under the treehouse and there are toys all over the lawn. The list goes on. 

Our patio sits under three black cherry trees. Not the kind that make nice red fat cherries to top off your ice cream sundaes, rather, the kind that make millions of hard, tiny seed pods that have a quarter inch layer of slimy, black-red squish covering them. All summer these little red balls fell onto the patio, and though I swept them off a few times, millions more kept falling. They stain the furniture, the splatter on the rocks, they get tracked through the backdoor on shoes and grind into our carpet. They work into the cracks between the rocks and start slowly decomposing, covering the rocks and forming a new layer of dirt to hide the patio. They generally make the back patio a place to avoid at all costs.

This far into fall, the cherries are all out of the trees, and it's time for the leaves to fall. They have, in force. They have begun to cover up the cherries. 
So, Monday, I closed the computer and decided to tackle the decomposition head on.

It was great. I made three huge piles of sticks and berries and leaves and weeds from the patio and I loaded up the wheelbarrow and hauled them to the woods and compost pile. My body was happy to move. I felt pleased to be doing something outside in the warm sun (generally my favorite place to be). And by the end of only a few short hours the patio looked like a place one might want to sit and enjoy again. And so I did. With a nice fresh cup of coffee, and my laptop.


Sue Heavenrich said…
finding balance is the hardest thing to do, sometimes. So tempting to keep scribbling, or doing a bit more research when we really need to get up and rake the leaves. Or plant the garlic. Or maybe even bake some cookies.