Marion Dane Bauer
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My Life in 8 Words
Q. What is your motto or maxim?
A. Life is a gift.
Q. Who is your favorite fictional hero?
A. Gilly Hopkins
Q. What trait is most noticeable about you?
A. Pretty quiet.
Q. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you choose to be?
A. Right here in my home in front of my computer looking out the window at a spruce tree.
Q. What’s your fantasy profession?
A. The one I have. I wouldn't choose another.
December 19, 2014Last week, I proposed that being published is not necessarily the be-all and end-all of every effort at writing, that most people engage in the other arts without expectation of being paid for whatever they create. And why shouldn't writing be the same? I also pointed out that a drive to publish may, in fact, divert especially developing writers from their best efforts.
December 19, 2014We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid that it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity… Intermittency—an impossible lesson for human beings to learn. How can one learn to live through the ebb-tides of one’s existence? How can one learn to take the trough of the wave?... Perhaps this is the most important thing: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid….... see more
December 19, 2014When my daughter was in late grade school, we had a Halloween party. We had all the traditional Halloween games like passing around dead “body parts” in a dark room in front of a glowing fireplace.
(A side comment: One of the bowls held squid tentacles. I forget what they were supposed to represent. But when I bought them at the butcher’s counter of a rather high-end grocery... see more
December 19, 2014When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.