Tag Archives: faith/belief

Prayer

Posted on October 15, 2021 by allisongreenwriter

Since my father died unexpectedly in May of a massive stroke and my mother was subsequently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, the only book I have been able to get myself to read is Pema Chödrön’s When Things Fall Apart. The … Continue reading →

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Conjuring Hurston

Posted on February 21, 2016 by allisongreenwriter

When loved ones die, we think of them, talk to them, ask their advice out loud and in our dreams. We conjure them, not only because we miss them, but because we need them. Alice Walker needed writer Zora Neale … Continue reading →

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December 31, 2014

Posted on December 31, 2014 by allisongreenwriter

1 Lucy diagnoses Charlie Brown’s seasonal depression as pantophobia, fear of everything. Wikipedia’s definition: “a vague and persistent dread of some unknown evil.” 2 A coworker my age died unexpectedly last month. What started as a cough turned out to … Continue reading →

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New Publication: “At Fifty”

Posted on November 20, 2014 by allisongreenwriter

In this season of gratitude, I’m thankful for the editors, designers, publishers, and others who labor at making books. Reading and writing are what sustain me. You sustain me. Thank you to Mark McNease and Stephen Dolainski for including me in … Continue reading →

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Reunion

Posted on September 25, 2014 by allisongreenwriter

Bears like the Eagle’s Nest Motel in Priest River, Idaho. They lounge on the railings, shimmy up poles, and dangle from porch swings. We spent a couple of nights there this summer while attending a family reunion at nearby Diamond … Continue reading →

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Of Prayers and Shells and Wooden Angels

Posted on January 14, 2013 by allisongreenwriter

On the day Adam Lanza aimed his rifle at children in a Connecticut school, Arline and I visited an old friend of hers in a nursing home in Hialeah, a suburb of Miami. Arline was a child when her sister, … Continue reading →

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