Author Archives: David Hipschman
They Might Not Let You Near Your Children
I began writing in this space to reconnect with the daily discipline of words, and over the last few days have strayed from my intent to write each day. With a nod to realism I had established for myself the … Continue reading
Writers By Name, and Cats
I’m thinking about writers tonight, while outside a huge thunderstorm makes me glad I’m now home snug and dry. The thinking about writers thing is because of an architect friend who I saw earlier this evening. I feel smarter in … Continue reading
Dread of Writing, Joy of Seeking
I realized only today that part of why I launched this blog is as an experiment to revitalize my relationship with writing. Having spent much of my adult life earning a living with words, sometimes a good living and sometimes … Continue reading
On Writing, And A Recent Poem
One of the first lessons I learned about writing, like an ancient Talmudic dictum or Zen koan that continues to reveal its truth over time, may seem a contradiction. It is summed up in these two statements, which I call … Continue reading
Old Tech for Toast
I was thinking this morning about drilling a hole in my dining room table. The nearest electrical outlet is across the room, and the thought of extension cords draped on chair backs and looped over the chandelier in order to … Continue reading