Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

I’ve started a project to transfer my childhood and teenage journal entries from their yellowing and crumbling pages into electrons on a computer screen. It’s a mammoth project because I have been writing since I was exchanging letters and poems with my maternal grandmother as a little girl. One of the entries that I just …

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I picked my daughter up from preschool the other day, and as she was climbing into the car seat, she bumped her head on the top of the door frame. “Oops,” she laughed, “I cracked your car! Hey, Cracked—car. That rhymes.” “Well, actually, ‘Cracked’ and ‘Car’ don’t rhyme. It’s the beginning sounds of those words …

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I sat sprawled in the over-sized arm chair, laptop open, staring at my keyboard. My husband plopped down on the sofa across from me, grabbed the TV remote and flipped through the channels. “What are you doing?” “Trying to write.” “Write what?” “A fractured scene.” I looked up at him. “We take a scene, stop …

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At work we have long since moved into the world of online publishing, a more environmentally responsible and customer-responsive way to communicate, and while I am excited about all of the interactivity online publishing promises and about the ability to correct mistakes after publication, I still wax nostalgic for print publishing every now and then. …

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