In late July of 1973, my dad woke me gently from my sleep just after 4 a.m., and immediately I sprung from my bed, slipping on my kid-sized khakis and a pair of fish-head sneakers before heading downstairs to the kitchen. There, he had just finished stirring some instant coffee in my Snoopy mug. The … Continue reading My Ocean at the End of Wye Landing Lane
Author: Rus VanWestervelt
What Is Your December Prayer?
What is your December prayer? Idina Menzel (whom I love) wrote and performed an original song titled "December Prayer," and it has always resonated with me on several levels. Inspired by her song, I am composing my own "December Prayer," but I would like your help. In the comments, or via email (thebaltimorewriter@gmail.com), please leave … Continue reading What Is Your December Prayer?
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Thoughts Composed on Writing in November
I’m spending my day in another county with my Speech and Debate team, as they take on a number of other schools in our local league. There are a few things that demand my full attention as their coach during the day, especially in the morning and between rounds, but for the most part, I … Continue reading Thoughts Composed on Writing in November
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When the past expands
As a teacher, I have been using my Summer time to do a great deal of reading and research. The fiction works I have read are a mix of contemporary and those written in the 19th and 20th centuries - from Bram Stoker's Dracula to Delia Owens' Where the Crawdads Sing, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to … Continue reading When the past expands
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Returning to Cold Rock
In 2011, I finished writing, and published, my first novel. Actually, it was my second novel-length manuscript; the first one, Night Terrors, has still yet to see any public light. That was way back in 1992 when I finished that one. 30 years ago! As you can imagine, my writing style has evolved quite a … Continue reading Returning to Cold Rock
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Watershed moments
Sunday, 13 March 2022 I grew up on the shores and waters of the Loch Raven Reservoir watershed here in Towson. First, it was all about the picnics my family enjoyed in the wooded area just off of Dulaney Valley Road. The site closed when I was in my late teens because of fights and … Continue reading Watershed moments
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A song of myself
Saturday, 12 March 2022, 0643 The rain has been falling most of the night, and even though we are nearing mid-March, heavy snow will fall within the next few hours, bringing up to five inches in some areas north and west of Interstate 95. This is our home, where variations of seasons blur the lines … Continue reading A song of myself
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Writing Prompt #5: Unconventional Relationships
I share these prompts to encourage writers and creatives of all ages to journal uninhibitedly on a daily basis. No marketing, just prompts. Don't feel compelled to spend days or even hours crafting the perfect response. Write, sketch, paint, or compose your response in words or colors, musical notes or dance interpretations, and then share … Continue reading Writing Prompt #5: Unconventional Relationships
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Writing Prompt #4: Energy. 1.20.2022
I share these prompts to encourage writers and creatives of all ages to journal uninhibitedly on a daily basis. No marketing, just prompts. Don't feel compelled to spend days or even hours crafting the perfect response. Write, sketch, paint, or compose your response in words or colors, musical notes or dance interpretations, and then share … Continue reading Writing Prompt #4: Energy. 1.20.2022
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Writing Prompt #3: Silence. 1.19.2022
I share these prompts to encourage writers and creatives of all ages to journal uninhibitedly on a daily basis. No marketing, just prompts. Don't feel compelled to spend days or even hours crafting the perfect response. Write, sketch, paint, or compose your response in words or colors, musical notes or dance interpretations, and then share … Continue reading Writing Prompt #3: Silence. 1.19.2022
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