I have this habit of killing things. It’s not really intentional, and the only things I routinely kill are of the plant variety, but still, I’m noticing a trend. The trouble is, I actually really love plants. I could get lost for hours in a botanical garden. I dream of putting an actual, fully-operational pond … Continue reading Horticultural Homicide
Finding the Line Between Bravery & Fear
Someone somewhere said something profound about there being a fine line between bravery and stupidity. I’d like to amend that just a bit: there’s a fine line between being brave (overcoming your fears) and playing it safe (not pushing yourself hard enough). Here’s my question: How can you tell the difference? I struggle with this … Continue reading Finding the Line Between Bravery & Fear
How It Feels to Be West Virginia Me
I stumbled across this writing prompt and thought it was worth including on this blog. A little over a year ago, the leader of one of my writing workshops shared the piece “How It Feels to Be Colored Me” by Zora Neale Hurston. She then challenged us to take five minutes and write our own … Continue reading How It Feels to Be West Virginia Me
When I grow up, I want to be J. B. Fletcher.
I secretly aspire to be Jessica Fletcher. She's the heroine of the TV show Murder, She Wrote, which was so popular in the '80s and '90s. And no, I'm not saying that I want to be a detective and solve climes. Plus, I'd rather not have murder follow me around everywhere I go. Jessica can't … Continue reading When I grow up, I want to be J. B. Fletcher.
The Hair on My Head
While I haven't been updating this blog regularly, I have been writing and reading quite a bit offline. The piece below is the start of an essay that I hope to develop further. After reading an essay by Donald Hall about his beard in Essays After Eighty, I felt inspired. I could map out my life … Continue reading The Hair on My Head
Megan Mallory Martin 