Author: megdedwards
Imagine being a Writer
I had a wonderful job this spring. I reviewed three 'crime' novels that were very different in tone and style for Atlantic Books Today and it was an absolute pleasure to write. Having a deadline was refreshing and invigorating - it made me feel young again. COVID years dropped off my shoulders and it felt … Continue reading Imagine being a Writer
Online Conversations about Trans People
I have been writing, but mostly I have been conversing with strangers on the internet. I am optimistic, hoping to win over one person at a time. Here are some of my responses in some perfectly civilized conversations about trans people on Substack: I understand your position but I still think that the family's decision … Continue reading Online Conversations about Trans People
Feeding Feral Cats
Just a quick post regarding feeding feral cats. Don't do it. And if you do, consider yourself a cat owner. If a cat comes to you every day to be fed, they are now your pet! Unfixed cats with a full belly are prime for reproduction. They will increase their numbers exponentially, and if there … Continue reading Feeding Feral Cats
Report from the Front
I love to write but sometimes I am just too tired. Then I came upon a brilliant and really obvious idea, I could delegate! As it happens I live with writers so I didn't have very far to look for my first guest writer, my partner of almost forty years, Joe Behar. Joe Behar's report … Continue reading Report from the Front
To you, my Friend
On a personal note, I do notice that anytime I write about my experience during the pandemic I lose your interest. You turn away and turn me off. It's funny because the original idea for this blog was that it be 'painfully about me'. I joked about it at the time. Why would I do … Continue reading To you, my Friend
My Sad Couches
I curse my couch. I curse all four of my couches. They say so much about me. Too much. And I am not pleased about what they say. Why can't I have really nice couch, in my lifetime? I am feeling that my deeply held desire for a comfortable good looking couch is heading into … Continue reading My Sad Couches
Loving my Sister
Has becoming a senior citizen mellowed my sister? I honestly dare not write about the good fortune of my sister, as I fear I will jinx it. You know how my family is about OBA (the Old Bitch Above) and her unpredictable ways: 'don't get too comfortable, god knows what is around the corner'. That … Continue reading Loving my Sister
Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
I was complaining about a photo album that I had inherited. I said to my son, this is not mine, really, I inherited it from my mother when she died. I told him, "her friends made her this album when they gave her a surprise party for her 65th birthday. It is mostly pictures of … Continue reading Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
Look for Sweetness
Last year as winter approached, we found tiny abandoned babies along the shore when we went for our evening walk. We'd be chatting, and then I'd hear a cry. Was it a bird? We'd pause, step back and listen and there, night after night, was another small, cold, hungry kitten. The first one was under … Continue reading Look for Sweetness
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 