- Yellow Springs, Ohio,
- April 25
- Associate Professor
- Sinclair Community College and The Antioch Writers' Workshop
- Novelist and mom. Dog walker and goat milker. Warrior against the ravages of ignorance (and time). Addicted to popcorn and sea coasts. Loves Rocks.
(Also known as Abbey Pen Baker for one particular series.)
MY RECENT POSTS
- Embracing the Dark?
April 22, 2014 03:17PM
- A Vocabulary of Motives
November 29, 2013 08:45PM
- Chaos Theory
February 02, 2013 11:49AM
- Pacifiers and Hoodies
March 29, 2012 02:37PM
February 22, 2012 01:04PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I want to read Love's
Reckless Rash. Or at least
finish up a
screenplay of it.
November 30, 2013 05:46PM
- “Great piece. (This is so
why we need a single payor
What are American
May 17, 2013 12:48AM
- “Hope you feel better.
The lovely alliteration in the
bodes well for
February 08, 2013 07:26PM
- “Many of my friends are
fellow atheists and agnostics
February 03, 2013 09:42PM
- “Great Cover!”
January 25, 2013 02:54PM
Rebecca Morean's Links
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Choosing to land Elizabeth Dias’s article about Barbara Brown Taylor and her book Learning to Walk in the Dark on the cover of TIME tells me there is nothing really wrong with the world. No hunger, no Ukrainian or Syrian crisis, no education or income gaps,/… Read full post »
I adjusted my Army surplus belt and made sure I had extra pencils in the canvas pocket. The larger pocket was supposed to hold a metal canteen, but my diary fit perfectly. On the o/… Read full post »
Timbuktu. When I was four, I loved the way the name tripped off my tongue. This word bouquet coincided with my first ice cream sandwich which was gloriously mysterious, even without the added intrigue of coming from a vending machine.
Timbuktu. A name layered in gra… Read full post »
Last month, in Complicity, I wrote how infuriated I became when confronted with a white woman who shared with me her unsolicited world view: “They can’t follow instructions….Black people.” The second to last paragraph garnered angry let/… Read full post »
Those people. Them. They.
Mob mentality is viscerally frightening. Even if played out on the flat surface of the television, the sight of people running amok, smashing windows, storefronts, setting buildings, cars, themselves sometimes on fire, is enough to set my fi… Read full post »
So I have rabies. My children are probably rabid as well. At least this is what everyone, and I mean everyone, has told me. This is the problem with having too much information—the ability to assess risk goes out the window and you find yourself weighing matters in fis/… Read full post »
Irony is a bitch. Or maybe, after all, it’s the male equivalent.
In mid August I took my two youngest children 17 and 13 to Disney World for two days and then on to my cousin’s house in Boca Raton. Many of my friends who don’t own televisions we… Read full post »
I am constantly trying to suppress a genetic predisposition. Not to alcoholism or drug or gambling addiction (thank god). My grandmother only smoked or drank during bridge parties and my mom quit smoking by simply dumping the rest of the carton of Kents/… Read full post »
When Jane Goodall disappeared at four, her mother did not frantically grab a GPS device or swallow a biting urge to “chip” her little girl when she finally found her in the chicken coop five hours later observing hens. In fact, local police were not even cal… Read full post »
When I was nine I lost my hand. In some accident. How, wasn’t really the point. I was still going to manage with my prosthetic. I wore the same chipper determination when I went blind earlier that spring, memorizing my house by counting stairs and feeling c/… Read full post »
It’s the story no one wants to hear. That’s what the kind but firm support group psychologists told me over the phone or in person. I wasn’t ever a member of a support group, mind you. In each case I was trying to get in and, in fact,… Read full post »
My four children are separated like knots on a ropey timeline, equidistant, exactly three and half years between each. They are also separated by gender: girl, boy, girl, boy. And by race: white Hispanic, w/… Read full post »
For years, I wanted to marry Walter Cronkite. Despite the age difference. Every night, after dinne/… Read full post »
Why keep it all these years?
This is what I think I’ll ask later, much later, when I am old and have long forgotten the little basket tucked in my bottom drawer. A small soft oval of straw knots no larger than a jewelry box, woven along the/… Read full post »