Monthly Archives: May 2014

The Power of Words, Part I

Posted on 30. May 2014 by Nancy Pinard

Words are keeping me awake–the words of a friend I last saw when I was eighteen.  From the sky into my inbox, the words exploded in a world I hadn’t conjured in a long, long time. We played remember when, … Continue reading →

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On Longing, Unfulfilled

Posted on 28. May 2014 by Nancy Pinard

My mother, Phyllis Carson Johnson Troth, wrote travelogues, loose-leaf notebooks fat with descriptions of the trips she’d taken with my father. She read them to us sometimes. “Read me from your journal,” Dad would say, after dinner, and so, instead … Continue reading →

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Where to Go When You Don’t Know Where to Go

Posted on 27. May 2014 by Nancy Pinard

You don’t know what happens next. You believe you need to know. Not knowing makes you feel out of control, and you’re the author, after all. If you don’t know, who will? That’s another question you can’t answer. You stop … Continue reading →

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