What Exactly is “Flash” and Why Do I Care?

“Flash” Fiction and Nonfiction: The Brilliant Capturing of a Moment This week as guest editor for SheWrites, I want to explore a subject that is close to my heart: “flash” fiction and nonfiction. My blog, 20 Minutes a Day at lenleatherwood.wordpress.com, contains my own contributions to “flash” in the areas of fiction, memoir, essay and…

The Value of 20 Minutes a Day

On my blog at lenleatherwood.wordpress.com, my primary focus has been to write for a minimum of 20 minutes a day. I decided to start my blog when I knew (several months ago) that I would be presenting a 20 Minutes a Day workshop at the 2012 Story Circle Network Memoir Conference in Austin, Texas, and…

Tonight

All dressed up tonight Big party for my student Bar Mitzvah gala Downtown Hollywood Big club with music and food Four hundred people People there I knew Students and their families All dressed up with smiles This is rare for me To go and participate But this boy is dear This is the fourth child…

I Will Be the SheWrites Guest Editor Beginning Sunday

On Sunday, I will be serving as the guest editor for the week over at SheWrites.com, a blog with over 19,000 members (mostly women, but some men), who are excited about writing. I hope you will come over and visit this week. Membership is free and I could use the support! We will be covering…

Flash Poetry: Whipped Cream

The house is quiet Night wraps itself around me A familiar quilt These days stretch out long Like a cat in cool green grass Hummingbirds flutter My eyelids grow thick Too heavy to stay open I dream of whipped cream

To Michael

Here is Michael with my daughter Rachael at their graduation from Beverly Hills High School. My beloved student Michael Bina is graduating from NYU right now and I want to just say congratulations to a boy who has made me proud as his writing teacher. Michael came to me as a 7th grader. In our…

Sarah’s Birth Story or How Not to Have a Baby at Home…

Today is my oldest girl’s 30th birthday and in the spirit of tradition, it’s time for Sarah’s birth story. I was 29 when Sarah was born, which means that I was in the height of our antique dealing life, jumping on and off the back of our pickup as we loaded for Canton Trades Days,…

Poetry Prompt: Time to Grow

I have time to grow To push past my fear like a green stalk slender and fresh pushing up and out of the soil straight to find the Sun And I have time to smile and touch my hair And dance down the stairs like a gypsy wearing earrings and a red skirt Down I…

Mother’s Day and Where I Want My Ashes to End Up

My daughter Rachael took me out to dinner late this afternoon to a restaurant in Malibu, right on the Pacific Ocean. She and I were alone since one sister is off in Mexico to see her best friend who has just moved to Mexico City, and the other is in Texas finishing her final rotation…