Assembling SnowGlobed

By Hedgebrook Guest

My mom used to transform our home into a holiday wonderland. Garland on every rail, snow villages filling every empty service, multiple themed Christmas trees (my favorite the Space Tree, which was adorned with characters from Star Wars & Star Trek surrounded by stars & moons). Snowmen & Santas from around the world came out to celebrate the season. Magic danced on music and in the lights inside & out, sparkling, shining, signally to the rest of the world that the holidays are here & we want to share our celebrations with you.   Read more

A Faith in Leaving: How a Week at Hedgebrook Reconnected Me With The Writer I Was

By Hedgebrook Guest

Journal Entry, December 7, 2010

As I type this I feel blessed.

I feel blessed for the opportunity to be here, for the weather, for my own cottage, for my family to be home safe for a week.

I have started my first fire in the woodstove and watch the flames thinking—I want to find my writer’s self again. Somehow I left her someplace and no longer know where to find her.

This is different than saying, I want to be writer. I know I am writer. I know writing has been with me since I can remember, but the part of me that writes, she is missing.   Read more

Scissors of Doom

By Hedgebrook Guest

When my author website came to life in 2011, my publishers encouraged me to post a blog entry two or three times a week. This sounded so simple and kind of fun. I had loads to say about my new book, about the writing life in Hollywood (moving from fiction to nonfiction) and about all the ways a woman creates opportunities to gain and share wisdom. Wasn’t the world waiting for my wisdom?   Read more

The Gloria Steinem I Know

By Hedgebrook Guest

I started out in radio at an auspicious time. It was the mid-1970s. Radio and television and radio stations were feeling the heat to put more women on the air. I became the beneficiary of a women’s movement that was gathering steam. And of course, Gloria Steinem was one of the engines of that movement.

I became the producer and host of a weekly one-hour radio show called “A Woman’s Place.” It aired at 11 p.m. on Sunday night, not prime time but who cared. I got to talk to many interesting women including Margaret Mead, Gilda Radner, Nora Ephron, Yoko Ono and Gloria Steinem.   Read more

Rio’s Black Heart and My Black Feet

By Hedgebrook Guest

I entered this city through its music, and with every step I hear the sounds of a tradition so rich and powerful its roots spread across the Atlantic Ocean from the coasts of Africa to Brazil, and then ricocheted back to Europe and the States, where it influenced generations of musicians … and one fifteen year-old girl who sat in a movie theatre, watching A Man and a Woman, the classic film by Claude Lelouche, for the third time—not just for the love story, but for the song Pierre Barouh sings to Anouk Aimee as he climbs stairs behind her.    Read more

What I know about Writing

By Hedgebrook Guest

What I know about Writing—with a capable “W”—isn’t much. I’d be the first to admit it. Part of it is that my chosen genre is playwriting. Novelists, essayists, poets—those seem to be “real” writers. They can come up with phrases and sentences whose sheer beauty makes me pause, gasp or even cry. Playwrights can’t do that. If I’m writing a play, I often find that I have to take a phrase that I might in prose try to burnish into something beautiful and elegant, and deliberately break and distress it.

Playwrights are the shabby chic purveyors of the writing world.   Read more

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