I started writing essays as a reporter in Missouri (Springfield Daily News) and Vermont (The Burlington Free Press). For a few years, I wrote op-ed pieces for USA Today. Those were sometimes insane trips, where I got the topic at 4 p.m. and was expected to do research, write, and dictate a piece by 2 p.m. the next day. (Yes, to all those who weren’t even eating solid food in that pre-fax, pre-email, pre-Internet time, I said dictate.)
I blog about writing and publishing since I am an indie publisher. I have written two novels: Book of Mercy, a funny novel about a serious issue: censorship, and Maud’s House, a story of lost creativity and the mess it can lead to in a small Vermont town.
Since 1990, my husband and I have run The Roberts Group Editorial & Design. We write, design, and build websites as well as help businesses create other powerful communication tools: newsletters, brochures, press releases, manuals, and reports. We also edit books, design and typeset book interiors, create book covers, and format eBooks. We’ve worked with indie publishers long before the term was hot. All that experience also goes into my blog posts, especially posts about tips to improve your writing and your business.
From the day I picked up Please Don’t Eat the Daisies by Jean Kerr at a yard sale, I have been in love with humorous essays about marriage, parenting, and family life. Erma Bombeck was another favorite. To me, these women were like Lucille Ball on paper. Every day they faced that candy conveyor belt speeding faster and faster—just as I was, just as you probably do. So sometimes I write about the everyday journey: hiding in the basement at Halloween, missing a child whose living abroad, planning a do-it-yourself wedding.
Here are more of my journeys: I practice yoga and have a yoga website called Yoga Movement. In the lovely Minnesota summers, I grow flowers: from dahlias and lantanas to zinnias and geraniums; ride my bike; and feed the hummingbirds. In the sometimes-long, but always pretty Minnesota winters, I walk in the snow, read by the fire, and bake cookies. And I watch basketball, alternately howling with affection or growling with despair at the Minnesota Timberwolves. (Pack a lot of patience when you journey with the Wolves.) I have yet to become too attached to baseball and the Twins. I fear I might have a bit of my mother in me, who was a HUGE St. Louis Cardinals fan and complained when they stopped taking her calls.
The reason one “practices” yoga is because perfection doesn’t matter. It is all about the journey—both on the yoga mat and off.
Namaste and see you around the conveyor belt,