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Reading List 1 of 2018

February 9, 2018

Covers the period from 1.20.2018 through 2.9.18


I own 12 of these items. I watched 4 items in the cinema/on Netflix/Amazon/HBO/YouTube/ Vimeo. I read 1 book at the library of the Delaplaine Arts Center in Frederick. Libraries outside of Baltimore County, via Inter-Library Loan, supplied the other 10 items.

{By design, lots of women this period.}



  1. Battle of the Sexes, directed by Valerie Faris & Jonathan Dayton
  2. Lineas 1, by Marsia Alexander-Clarke
  3. Pasando 4, by Marsia Alexander-Clarke
  4. The Post, directed by Steven Spielberg



  1. Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie
  2. Ancillary Sword by Ann Leckie
  3. Ancillary Mercy by Ann Leckie
  4. Memory by Lois McMaster Bujold
  5. The Fox by Sherwood Smith
  6. King’s Shield by Sherwood Smith
  7. Treason’s Shore by Sherwood Smith


Poetry ~ Journals:

  1. Spoon River Review, Winter 2017
  2. Tin House, Issue 74


RESEARCH ~ Photography | Portraiture:

  1. Edouard Boubat {monograph} {in French}
  2. In Real Life: 6 Women Photographers by Leslie Sills
  3. Joyce Tenneson: A Life in Photography, 1968–2008
  4. Mary Ellen Mark on the Portrait and the Moment
  5. On the Body: Photographs by Imogen Cunningham, text by Richard Lorenz
  6. Portraits and Figures: Developing Style in Creative Photography by Terry Hope
  7. Self-Portrait Photography by Natalie Dybisz, aka Miss Aniela
  8. Women Photographers, edited by Constance Sullivan


Art & Design:

  1. Action/Abstraction: Pollock, De Kooning, and American Art, 1940–1976, edited by Norman L. Kleeblatt
  2. Cubism by Cynthia Mines
  3. The Encyclopedia of Illustration Techniques by Catherine Slade
  4. Grace Hartigan: A Painter’s World by Robert Saltonstall Mattison
  5. Hungry for Light: The Journal of Ethel Schwabacher, edited by Brenda S. Webster and Judith Emlyn Johnson
  6. Janet Marsh’s Nature Diary by Janet Marsh [1979]




Dream: 2.7.2018

February 7, 2018

I stayed up all night, periodically checking to see if the ice storm had started yet. Went to bed at 5:30 a.m. Woke up in a flurry around 10 a.m. to write down elements of this dream. Back to bed for another 3 hours. Rain all day, but too warm for ice.


Another train & getting lost dream, but with a twist: poop.



Someone had given me a mandate to collect several days’ worth of my own poop, box it up, and then take it somewhere to discard it: bury it, compost it, whatever. Initially I meant to bury or compost it, but as the dream went on, I found myself putting it into 2 small clear plastic bins, and transporting it with me, looking for a place to dump it.

(I had been on a bus, carting around a bunch of stuff, so had put my bins, clearly labelled, on the floor by my feet. Two women sitting behind me saw the labels, and commented loudly about how gross that was. I then covered the bins up, and awkwardly exited.) Whoever was to run across the poop later, I wanted them to know what they were dealing with, but not that it was mine, or could be traced back to me.


I accidentally boarded a train going to an unknown destination. Along the route, I paid attention to station names, but none were familiar. I became aware that a far-away stop was “Heckett Ridge, New Jersey”. At one stop, I left the train to get a snack, but it pulled out before I could get back on.

Then, I wandered around the town I was in, looking for a way to get back on a train going in the same direction, even though I still didn’t know the destination, or even why I would be trying to go there.

A woman I found near the train station, after asking me a bunch of questions about my route, and where I was from, confidently proclaimed, “Oh, you got on at Hunt Valley then”. But when I thought about it later, I was sure I hadn’t. That it had been Warren Rd. or somewhere in Timonium. I was still puzzled how I’d gotten on a train at all, as I certainly hadn’t intended to take a trip that day.

I kept walking, looking for people to ask directions of. I avoided many people that seemed unfriendly or hostile. I did find several individuals and groups that tried to help me, and directed me a bit further on my journey.

One woman told me to ask a group of exuberant friends who were on a boat getting ready to leave on a night cruise. They vouched for me when the boat left unexpectedly. I enjoyed the cruise so much that I sought out the crew so I could in fact buy a ticket and legitimately be there. After hearing how I ended up on their boat, no one told me the price or asked for any money, but the captain gave me a ticket stub, a handful of dollar bills and coins, and (what I determined was) a salmon patty.

I left in some confusion, only then remembering that when I’d packed the poop into the bins, there’d been no bathrooms nearby, so I’d resolved not to touch anything until I could thoroughly wash my hands. But here I was, with a food item. Awkward.


On the cruise, I was conscious of my red camera… somewhere… and my phone camera in my back pocket, but it was too much bother to get either of them out to take pictures, even though I saw many amazing, beautiful sights. I just enjoyed them with my eyes and other senses.

I also became briefly aware that most the luggage I’d originally had with me was gone, and I had no recollection of purposely disposing of it, so either I’d accidentally left it somewhere, or it had been stolen. Somehow, though, I wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Everything was as it should be, and I kept right on, peacefully.

The cruise made a scheduled stop at a place where the passengers could climb a sheer cliff(?). It was very dark, which should have been alarming and dangerous, but instead I found myself charmed by my companions, and the view.


Back on the streets of a town, in daylight, under a complicated series of bridges/overpasses(?), I saw a small stream in a concrete channel {arroyo style?}, with a sign proclaiming, “Here is where you cross the Rio Grande”. I was astonished, as I’d been firmly sure I was somewhere in the US Northeast, so how could any part of the Rio Grande be here with me?


First Notes:

The poop stuff should have been gross, and smelly, and gross. But it wasn’t. I was conscious that anyone else, running across my poop later, should know it was human poop because of germs and whatnot, but I wasn’t worried about germs at all (except for wanting to wash my hands so I could touch things afterwards).

If I had buried or composted it, no other human beings would likely have interacted with it, which may be why I elected to carry it with me, and then dump it where people congregated. This sense of it being a resource of sorts — not letting it “go to waste”.


On the train, I was conscious of “being from Maryland”, even as I was being carried farther and farther away from it. I was curious and interested in this unlikely journey, but I didn’t fret about my identity or whether I had sufficient money with me or how to let someone know where I was.

I didn’t spend time or energy trying to figure out where I was going; I just enjoyed being in the moment, on that train.

When I got off the train, I enjoyed those moments, too, whether walking, or on a river, or climbing a dark cliff. Talking to people, or alone with splendor and my own company.


Salmon patty ~ Salmon of Knowledge?

Rio Grande ~ New Mexico, but also maybe beloved water bodies, which can be as small as a stream.


Next Notes:

I’m carrying less baggage than I used to, and therefore, can enjoy traveling more.

My skills of observation and judgment are good enough for the life I’m leading. They show me snippets others miss. I don’t need to collect ‘proof’ of where I’ve been and what I’ve seen {photos}; sometimes all I want is just to be there.

fish (ocean); river; River. WATER; MOTION; FLOW.

Darkness, not-knowing. {Tethys} Chthonic?



Next next Notes:


“Arriving” at Congruency is rather different than I’d guessed it would/might be like.

Intercalary Reading List

January 18, 2018

Covers the period from 12.28.2017 through 1.17.2018


I/we own 6 of these items. I watched 3 items in the cinema/on Netflix/Amazon/HBO/ YouTube. I read 4 books at the library of the Delaplaine Arts Center in Frederick. Libraries outside of Baltimore County, via Inter-Library Loan, supplied the other 19.



  1. 100 Diagrams that Changed the World by Scott Christianson
  2. 300 Years of Irish Watercolours and Drawings by Patricia A. Butler
  3. Abstract Art Painting: Expressions in Mixed Media by Debora Stewart
  4. The Art of Abstract Painting by Rolina van Vliet
  5. Expressive Flower Painting by Lynn Whipple
  6. Icelandic Art, text by Kristján Eldjárn [1957]
  7. Marc Chagall: Ceramic Masterpieces, edited by Roland Doschka
  8. The New Art of Color: The Writings of Robert and Sonia Delaunay, edited by Arthur A. Cohen [1978]



  1. Lee Miller: Portraits from a Life by Richard Calvocoressi
  2. Portraits of Earth by Freeman Patterson
  3. The Tao of Photography: Seeing Beyond Seeing by Philippe L. Gross and S.I. Shapiro
  4. Wynn Bullock: Revelations by Brett Abbott
  5. [Documentary] The B-Side: Elsa Dorfman’s Portrait Photography, directed by Errol Morris


SFF by Sherwood Smith:

  1. Court Duel
  2. Inda
  3. Stranger by Rachel Manija Brown and Sherwood Smith [Change series 1]
  4. Hostage by Rachel Manija Brown and Sherwood Smith [Change series 2]
  5. Rebel by Rachel Manija Brown and Sherwood Smith [Change series 3]



  1. Furthermore by Tahereh Mafi
  2. The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison
  3. Solstice Wood by Patricia McKillip



  1. Pitch Perfect 3, directed by Trish Sie
  2. The Zookeeper’s Wife, directed by Niki Caro {watched ½}


British royalty:

  1. [TV] The Crown, season 2
  2. Diana: In Pursuit of Love by Andrew Morton
  3. Elizabeth the Queen by Sally Bedell Smith
  4. Royal Feud: The Dark Side of the Love Story of the Century by Michael Thornton


Memoir & Biography:

  1. Power, Privilege, and the Post: The Katharine Graham Story by Carol Felsenthal
  2. Reflections: On the Magic of Writing by Diana Wynne Jones
  3. The Year of Yes by Maria Dahvana Headley



  1. Making Sense of IBS by Brian E. Lacy, Ph.D., M.D.
  2. Writing on the Wall: Social Media — The First 2,000 Years by Tom Standage



Dream: 12.31.17

December 31, 2017


  1. The “whole gang” at IDEM (including CJ)
  2. data; working with data
  3. Alabama
  4. CPD
  5. getting fired for “not being a team player”
  6. how could commuting work?
  7. the gang anticipating “pet projects” being assigned
  8. thinking about “second chances” & wondering if it could be worth trying again

In the dream, the “whole gang” was 5 or 6 people I’d worked very closely and well with, and was very fond of. CJ was at the reunion lunch, but I actually spent more time talking to a couple of the guys.

I felt like I had belonged here, and now that I’m not working, I don’t belong anywhere. That (oh so familiar) unmoored feeling.


We were somehow sitting in a room with a bank of data displays, like in a control room. I confided in one of the guys that I missed “working with data, with reams of data”, but then corrected myself, saying (in some confusion) that I now deal with masses of data a lot, just organized differently. (I did not elaborate that no one is asking me for my analysis either.)

Data is often what I think with, what gives rise to my ideas. But now that no one is gathering it up for me, and guiding in which directions I should confine my evaluations… it’s a lot harder to figure out what to do with it. There’s no more certainties.


Alabama is where the Mobile­–Tensaw Delta is located. Some years ago, I planned to drive myself out to the Gulf Coast to experience it for myself.

I got daunted by transportation logistics, and didn’t go.


CPD is the boss I had at IDEM when I still enjoyed working there. He steered plum assignments my way when he could.


In waking life and the dream, CPD left and we got new management.

I never was a team player, but with a good boss, that wasn’t an issue; with the new management, however, it was a big problem. [In waking life, I was miserable and I quit. I was not in danger of getting fired.]

I have been fired, though.

In the dream, I felt sick and ashamed about having been fired, even though I’m not ashamed that I’m not a team player. I longed to somehow “redeem” myself.

I was conscious, though, of having “moved on”. If I were to be offered a position, how could I “commute” across several states? If I telecommuted, the experience would be nothing like seeing everyone in an office every day. I’d still be an outsider.


A male coworker mentioned that management was starting to let people take on “pet projects”. That’s when I really thought I should try applying for something again.



People have a framework for thinking about you, evaluating your “worth”, when you are employed. Now that I’ve been, essentially, retired for 8 years, though, I’m invisible to most ways of gaining recognition. And the alternative paths I’ve tried… haven’t worked either.

Social recognition for (my) competence and innovative ideas has proved elusive.

But when I was working, while I was always valued for being competent and productive, I was almost never valued for being innovative, never mind creative.

I crave being noticed (for good things), but who can I allow myself to be when I’m solitary? When whatever projects I take on are not human-collaborative? When I accept that no one else cares what I do, where, when, how.

Which sets up 2018’s theme.


I’m in a shadowy, grey, misty place, a liminal space, that I’ve been assiduously avoiding for several years, and yet it’s found me anyway.

Who am I when I live for myself?

Creative Year in Review ~ 2017

December 30, 2017

Theme: Stop trying*



  • This year’s version of a spatial–dispersed poem contains information design and visual poetry elements. It also uses more colors, has text oriented in 3 directions, and involved meditatively poking pinholes into paper. Way more fun to construct!
  • Garzota project ended (2015–2017).
  • I’ve leveled up in the types of scholarly reading I’ve been doing: sure, poetics, but also Baltimore history, Black literature, culture/sociolinguistics, Indigenous languages, music/performance art, and other things. This year, I’ve been thinking more interesting thoughts!
  • 5 full years after giving away my previous cohort of indoor potted plants, this year I fell in love with small plants again, particularly stowaways, and t-o-m-a-t-o. Maybe I’m ready to invite a small indoor tree into my life.
  • I don’t “keep” plants so much as plants and I form a household. But there are also important plants that live outside of my household, and are therefore… part of my community? When they’re nearby then we’re denizens of the same watershed, but I mean individuals I’m particularly fond of, and have ongoing relationships with. Similar to the ongoing relationship I have with, in fact, my river. I don’t really have a vocabulary to think about these things, although reading [First Nations–Potawatomi writer] Robin Wall Kimmerer’s books is helping me figure things out.


Household habitat {previously Potager}

  • January: Bought a snake plant for my writing nook, but decided it suited my studio better. Sharing its pot part of the year were a small trailing forb (wee white flowers, bean-like fruits!), and brown fungi.
  • (early) April: Cacti drooping, so I experimented with repotting them into a windowbox, putting them outside. They seemed happier.
  • (late) April: Tomato plant bought already flowering; eventually 8 fruits developed, staying small and orange. I was inspired to sketch the plant while fruiting, 2x, even using a copy of the drawing as stationery for a letter. Plus, I now know the word tomato is of Nahuatl origin.
  • Transplanted various oxalis into windowboxes. Most thrived for at least a few weeks, flowering and fruiting; some did well for months.
  • Rescued 3 mint plants, which went into a windowbox (which were brought inside in November). They did reasonably well into December.
  • Cacti flowering in November, December.
  • Most of the year, spider in residence on studio windowsill. Many happy photos of spiderwebs!
  • Have seen tiny soil organisms in the dirt of the windowboxes.


River time

  • (Something I’ve been doing, irregularly, for years, but only this summer realized I should include on my frequent Cosas Hacer lists, and note when I went.)
  • Known instances = 15, across 10 months.



  • Still doing it. A lot of it. Almost every day.
  • [[August: Spouse attended a weekend photography workshop in upstate NY.]]
  • November: First session photographing an art model (shared a session with Spouse). I got many opportunities to improvise and I hope to do more sessions in 2018.



  • June: Upstate NY – Corning, Elmira, Ithaca, Watkins Glen ~ Susquehanna River
  • October: Upstate NY – Hyde Park, New Paltz, Phoenicia ~ Esopus Creek; Hudson River


Social Media

  • Still on Instagram.
  • Reactivated Postcrossing account (dormant since mid-2014): postcards mailed to 80+ recipients in 35 countries; plus 20+ direct swaps to 10 countries, 2 Canadian provinces, and 7 US states.
  • Quit Twitter.
  • Part of crowdfunding Noel Arthur Heimpel’s The Numinous Tarot.
  • By December, I was supporting 5 writers (3 of SFF), 1 photographer, and 2 SFF magazines on Patreon.



  • I sent 52 letters, and received 29 letters.
  • Mid-year, I broke up with my poetry penpal.
  • I actively looked for more penpals, finding people through a penpal newsletter, the snailmail community on IG, and the Letter Writers Alliance.
  • I’ve been writing letters for 40+ years. I’ve always enjoyed writing letters — they are appropriate venues for clarifying my thoughts and feelings, noticing connections between things, as well as, potentially, developing and deepening emotional intimacy with their recipients. In 16 months of letters, though, I never felt like I got to know my poetry penpal well at all. Moreover, I wrote far too many letters this year — needing to write more letters now fills me with dread, rather than delight. Debating with myself about how to handle things in 2018.



  • Read 293 books all the way through;
  • Read (at least) 25 books part of the way.
  • Aversion to reading poetry: 2.20 – 5.1.
  • 4 other periods of non-reading books.
  • 88 Films; 40% (35) were foreign, documentary, JHU film fest, visual art videos online.



  • Class on chapbooks at The Writer’s Center.
  • Wrote 24,392 words in 30 blog posts (including this one). This year had the fewest number of posts, 60% of last year’s (previous-record) low number, but the number of words was 4% more than 2010 (the year with the previous record of fewest words).
  • {10.19.09–12.30.17 inclusive, wrote 593,126 words in 760 blog posts.}



  • I’ve finally realized I need to rethink my whole approach to even everyday activities. New self-talk: “I’m disabled, and that means I have to be especially careful of certain things (even though other people don’t)”.
  • March: Broke finger of my left hand. 2 months PT regained me ~50% of its former range of motion, and somewhat more on 2 adjacent fingers.
  • IBS being managed fairly successfully [small portions; low fiber; avoiding dairy, tree nuts; >80% gluten-free eating].
  • November: Recording “Standing & Walking” times again. I’ve ranged from 2 to 9.6 hours per day, but am averaging >3. I’d like to work up to 5 to 6 hours, but that’ll likely wait for warmer months. {Body temperature dysregulation}
  • B: 11 (27), 12; P: (3), 3


*Not Yoda’s bullshit.

Stop behaving from (discredited, but not fully eradicated) internalized ideas that I’m inherently unworthy of notice and fond attention. End (even congenial) relationships because I’m unhappy in them, rather than persisting until I amass abundant evidence that we’re not compatible. Recognize and acknowledge what & how I really am, and embrace that.

taking stock

December 27, 2017

One of my Yule gifts to myself was Priscilla Long’s book, Minding the Muse, in which she suggests assembling a List of Works you’ve created, tangible, written, whatever. It’s an interesting idea, but emotionally-fraught — maybe I can work up to it.

At present, here is a catalog what works are visible to a casual observer in our apartment.


Bedroom ~

Carved, glazed, rectangular open vessel. (Currently holding a dried rose.)

Carved, glazed curved lidded vessel. (Assorted pieces of metal, dried fruits, rocks.)

Twice-glazed bowl. {My 1st ceramics piece.} (Seeds, dried petals; NM ring; 2 candles.)

A pile of my old photographs.

A pile of my Instamatic photographs.

[[Spouse’s Instamatic photograph of t-o-m-a-t-o, 2017, in the dryad frame I’ve had almost 30 years.]]

[[Photograph of Gramma at her 80th birthday party, 1993, with her remaining 2 sisters.]]

[[Large vertical matted, framed photograph of trees in a forest – 1st fine art photograph I ever bought. Circa 2002. Indianapolis.]]

[[6 other pieces of art, made by others: art glass, stained glass, ceramics, mixed-media fiber, painting.]]

{Cacti, thistle, dead oxalis, in window box.}

{2 tree branches.}



Writing Nook ~

Photo album of my photographs (many of our 2003 trip to the California coast).

[[Copy of photo of a badger in a meadow, unknown photographer. 1999. Indiana.]]

[[Reproduction of Louis Comfort Tiffany stained glass panel of a tree. Gift from Spouse.]]

[[4 other pieces of art, made by others.]]

{4 foot high rubber tree leaf on stem.}



I cannot do an exhaustive list of every piece of art in my studio, as (1) I keep losing track of who’s been counted, and (2) it’s not always clear which somethings are art in themselves. However,


Studio ~

Various rocks, dried flowers, fruits, and leaves. Shells. Metal. Wood. Glass. Beads. Tiles. Fibers. Fabric.

My bottle collection. Colorfully-stained wooden cubes. A 40 y.o. set of children’s wooden blocks.

Baskets of all sizes.

{3 windowboxes of plants, including t-o-m-a-t-o}

{Snake plant, on windowsill}

{12 freestanding tree branches; 7 branches in vases; 1 liana}

[[flowery wreath on the back of the door]]

[[Framed photograph Spouse took of himself, c. 1992]]

[[2 of Spouse’s photos of t-o-m-a-t-o]]

[[4 pieces of art glass]]

[[14 ceramic pieces made by others: 6 vessels, 2 sculptures, 3 figurines, 2 plates, 1 painted tile]]

[[1 small wooden bear figurine]]

[[1 colorfully-enameled metal canister with lid]]

[[1 painted clock depicting a fish. A long-ago gift from Spouse.]]

[[3 paintings by others; 4 prints of paintings by others]]

[[1 small-scale art quilt by NoVa fiber artist Joni Seidenstein]]


My art:

1 unframed photo, November 2017.

2 framed photos – double-exposure, Europe, 1990; gardens of the Indianapolis Museum of Art, c. 1995.

Pile of photos from New Mexico, 2016.

Large basket and box filled with 30-some years of my photographs (along with a few by other people).

13 color wheel (2016).

2 mixed media (wood, fiber) pieces.

1 piece fused glass (c. 2010).

Spatial–dispersed concrete poems (2016, 2017).

14 ceramic pieces: 10 vessels, 2 sculptures, 2 flat pieces (2002-03).

9 paintings: 1 oil (1978); 7 acrylic (2010); 1 watercolor (2013).


I have 30-some years of photographs to figure out what to do with. Drawings — I have a large-scale freestyle one that dates back to circa 1983, but others, too, from a class I took in 1993. I have more paintings. I have various weavings, mixed-media fiber, and 1 quilted-thing, none of which I know how to display, or where to put them.

I should dye more fabrics; create, or reconfigure, more garments.

I have an entire padded container full of test-glaze tiles, many of which are 3-d in odd shapes: I’d love to be able to easily handle them while pondering a design problem. I foresee rocks tracing sinuous streambed curves on my floor. I’d dearly love a fold-away labyrinth on my ceiling.


This version of a studio has taken me 22 years of experimenting and iterating to achieve. I’m finally getting the mix of elements in good proportions where they’re comfortable enough to inspire and delight me, but unexpected/varied/overlooked enough to invite curiosity and play.

Reading List 13 of 2017

December 26, 2017

Covers the period from 11.6.2017 through 12.26.17


{break from reading books: 11.20.17 – 12.7.17}


I/we own 5 of these items. I watched 7 items in the cinema/on Netflix/Amazon/HBO/ YouTube/podcast. Baltimore County Public Library system supplied 5 of the books and movies; libraries in other parts of Maryland, via Inter-Library Loan, supplied the other 24.



  1. American Quilts: The Democratic Art, 1780–2007 by Robert Shaw
  2. The Fauves by Nathalia Brodskaïa
  3. The Fauves: The Reign of Colour by Jean-Louis Ferrier
  4. In Her Hands: The Story of Sculptor Augusta Savage by Alan Schroeder, illustrated by JaeMe Bereal
  5. Kandinsky by the Guggenheim Museum
  6. Performance: Live Art since the ‘60s by RoseLee Goldberg
  7. [podcast] Terry Gross interview of Greta Gerwig



  1. Frozen, directed by Chris Buck and Jennifer Lee
  2. Guardians of the Galaxy 2, directed by James Gunn
  3. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, directed by David Yates
  4. Kedi [street cats of Istanbul], directed by Ceyda Torun
  5. Lady Bird, directed & written by Greta Gerwig
  6. Princess Cyd, directed & written by Stephen Cone
  7. Shakespeare in Love, directed by John Madden
  8. Star Wars 8, directed & written by Rian Johnson
  9. A United Kingdom, directed by Amma Asante
  10. [TV] The Crown, season1



  1. Juniper, Gentian, & Rosemary by Pamela Dean
  2. Kingfisher by Patricia McKillip
  3. Sassafras, Cypress & Indigo by Ntozake Shange
  4. Strange Practice: A Dr. Greta Helsing Novel by Vivian Shaw
  5. Where the Stars Rise: Asian SF&F, edited by Lucas K. Law and Derwin Mak
  6. Yesterday’s Kin by Nancy Kress



  1. The Bat-Poet by Randall Jarrell, illustrated by Maurice Sendak
  2. Camino del Sol: 15 Years of Latina and Latino Writing, ed. Rigoberto González
  3. Poems by Joan Murray 1917–1942, edited by Grant Code [1947]
  4. We Troubled the Waters: Poems by Ntozake Shange


Writing & Creativity:

  1. From Where You Dream: The Process of Writing Fiction by Robert Olen Butler
  2. Improv Nation: How We Made a Great American Art by Sam Wasson
  3. Minding the Muse: A Handbook for Painters, Composers, Writers, and Other Creators by Priscilla Long
  4. The Secret Miracle: The Novelist’s Handbook, edited by Daniel Alarcón


Memoir & Biography:

  1. Freak Out! My Life with Frank Zappa by Pauline Butcher
  2. Head Case: My Brain and Other Wonders by Cole Cohen
  3. Inside the Halo and Beyond: The Anatomy of a Recovery by Maxine Kumin
  4. Life Detonated: The True Story of a Widow and a Hijacker by Kathleen Murray Moran
  5. Molly’s Game by Molly Bloom



  1. All About Dreams by Gayle Delaney, Ph.D.
  2. Faking It by Jennifer Crusie
  3. Iconoclast by Gregory Berns, M.D., Ph.D.
  4. Mission to Pluto: The First Visit to an Ice Dwarf and the Kuiper Belt by Mary Kay Carson
  5. …Super Safe Living [for Autistic Women] by Robyn Steward