This is the first of a two part series on my memoir-focused blog, An Apple Between the Trees. It focuses on why over when. Change the "When will she leave journalism?" to "Why did she leave?" Sometimes we're too scared to ask why. via Why Over When
Category: Writing
Refocus on Mental Illness
I have played with a memoir on and off for five to six years. So much to write: being a parent of a child with autism, family rejection, the non-cliche 32 year age difference between my husband and me, social rejection, being pregnant while working two jobs during graduate school, my career, and postpartum depression. I… Continue reading Refocus on Mental Illness
Some Memories and Prose Poetry
I am still here. It is a miracle. I have not had the time to submit writing for publishing as I did during graduate school and before my daughter was born. Even in graduate school, I had to squeeze in the writing and editing time. My writing tends to focus on doing the writing and… Continue reading Some Memories and Prose Poetry
Parting with Anger
I've written about anger before ... In poems for my memoir .... Anger's Beginning Anger itself is not violent, but when left to fester, it can become a hurricane sweeping through the Caribbean to Florida up through my home state, South Carolina. Those storms are never forgotten. The reason I write about my experience with… Continue reading Parting with Anger
Longer Than Six Weeks: A Mom’s Journey
There is also the fear of: How will I work at the rate I did before? Will I be what I was before?
What is “Never Saw Jesus in the Mirror”?
I took seven-and-a-half-years to write my novel, Sons of the Edisto. Like a friendship begun in childhood, I have scribbled different narratives and poems about my journey from journalism into motherhood and teaching. It might sound mundane at first, but ... Some had to do with my relationship with my husband. Some poems were about my… Continue reading What is “Never Saw Jesus in the Mirror”?
“Some Memories” Read Aloud
It's been a while, since I've blogged. According to my last post, I have not blogged in seven months. There are some reasons for that. Son. Daughter. Husband. Students. Testing. Writing is still at the center of my heart, but in my first year of teaching, I found that literacy became more important, simply because… Continue reading “Some Memories” Read Aloud
The Not So Mundane
Luckily, those wars end with writing. Not someone getting arrested.
Take Your Time: Reasons Why
I don't blog much these days. In fact, A Word or More has changed over the past four years from blogging twice a week to once a week to whenever I can. Sometimes, I post a poem - written with raw emotion - like my post the other day about the new struggles in raising a child… Continue reading Take Your Time: Reasons Why
The Rain (A Metaphor for Special Education)
I am a firm believer in speaking out. I have had to pick and choose what I say because of my profession as a teacher, but certain causes deserve attention. For me, those causes include poverty, breastfeeding, and special education. So, today I share I poem I wrote as a metaphor for the needs necessary… Continue reading The Rain (A Metaphor for Special Education)
Corrie's Season 