Wanted
A creative colleague with genuine enthusiasm
and generosity for me and my work.
Someone to share my hopes, dreams, and disappointments with,
who will spoil me a little, cheer for me a lot,
and believe in me when I can’t believe in myself.
~ Julia Cameron


Creative Aging

At its best, a writing group fulfills the above criteria for its members. My writing efforts benefit significantly from writing groups – fast writing, memoir, poetry. Join a writing group if available; if not, start a writing group.

April is National Poetry Month – You can sign up for a poem a day.

Naomi Wingfield’s (1912-2014) collection of poems has been expanded and is now available. Click here to download: Light All Around Me.

Hamilton Council on Aging – Creative Profiles

Global Positive Aging at the Pass-It-On Network 

Create Till You Drop – Lessons from Late Bloomers  

Fogo Island Dialogues on Art, Conversation, Community

Writing Exercise

In 2006, Larry Smith started an initiative collecting individual’s six-word memoirs. In the previous century, Ernest Hemingway created a famous 6-word story: ‘For sale: baby shoes, never worn.’ Smith challenged people to tell their life story in a six-word memoir.

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You too can write six-word memoirs – to capture an era or a slice of your life. Try writing out a list of ten. Another day write out another ten.

Book Notice

Bird-Bent Grass by Kathleen Venema

I appreciate this Canadian memoir for its choice of formats, writing style and especially for the poignant interweaving of letters the author exchanged with her mother long ago when doing development work in Uganda and current recordings of her conversations during her mother’s dementia. The disorientation in the exchange in the 1980s caused by unreliable postal deliveries is similar to the disorientation experienced as her mother remembers life incidents in pieces with unreliable ways of communicating her memories. Yet, the love, intellect, and wisdom of both exchanges shine.

With this shadow selfie sent in by Shelly Sender,
I bid you adieu,

Ellen