I do most of my prewriting by hand, and much of my work this week involved exploring the concept of “death” – which I keep adding the letter “l” to and writing as dealth. I looked up “dealth” and learned it is an obsolete word meaning “a share dealt out.”
Obsolete words are such a romantic thing, reinforcing the idea of language being a living thing. The word “obsolete” itself was the first vocabulary word-of-the-day (we called them “Super Words”) we had back in sixth grade. Tip of the hat to Mrs. Proctor, and no, I don’t remember what the other 179 words were.
Which is all just to say that I fell down a few rabbit holes this week.
Continue reading The Real Dealth, Bad Hair Weeks, and MIB
I am humbled and thrilled to announce that my essay “MAGAP US Exceptionalism” received an honorable mention in the Mark Twain Royal Nonesuch Writing Contest.
Here is a link to my essay.
Here is a link to the list of winners, their essays, and information about the contest and the Mark Twain House.
Thank you to all the judges and congratulations to everyone who was bold enough to press “submit.”
All I ever wanted
Had to get away
Meant to be spent alone
There are certain truths when my family takes a vacation:
The day before we leave, I will be in a frenzy cleaning the house, which somehow never seems clean when we return. I will overpack. I’m getting better about clothing, but I still manage to bring five trial size mascaras and 15 different liquid highlighters that I end up throwing out because they all just give me disco wrinkles. And books. Somehow I think I will read 17 books in six days at the beach with my kids. Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Ninth