Laurie Granieri a period in my life when a sustained daily writing practice seemed impossible, tweeting was a means of inviting delight, wonder, and memory. Nature remains an overarching theme, and the #cnftweet has been the one thread keeping me writing through anger, frustration, and melancholy, carrying me full circle as I travel through recovery and a return to my old observing, writing self.Ĭleaning out my sent emails, I find: “Also, bunnies! A tiny one on the patio this evening.” About to click delete, I hesitate, recalling the palm-size rabbit-a rare good memory from an exceedingly difficult year. They also reflected the evolution of my mindspace as I moved into several years of turmoil: Living with a condo construction project pounding and screeching on my doorstep round the clock becoming sole caregiver for my dad, with his dementia and severe arthritis, in my home losing my home to the developer and searching for a new place to live losing my ability to write anything beyond flash tweet essays.Īfter COVID-19 took my dad, I didn’t write at all for a time, but the brevity and artistry of the cnftweet lured me back. When Twitter’s character limit doubled, they became story-like. I look at the lilac and crabapple blossoms that emerged today after the storm yesterday and hope that’s what her future holdsĬhris Galvin earliest micro-essays-observations about nature, life and writing-resemble haiku or senryu. Her adolescent mood swings tilt and shift.
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