Reflections

Writing fiction with Drusilla Campbell and lessons on life I studied strategies for writing fiction with Dru[silla] for over a decade. She was a mentor in the best sense of the word. We shared the same birth date, 20 years apart.  When she was diagnosed with cancer and given a Read more

By Karin, ago

The Life of an Adjunct Professor

I have been teaching Introduction to Humanities: 40,000 BCE to 1400 CE this semester at a community college in San Diego. I was hoping to make this my retirement gig, but it’s tough on many levels. First off, I was only given one class this semester. That works out to Read more

By Karin, ago

What I Had Dared to Hope For

I had hoped that the USA could get over its patriarchy to elect a competent woman president. I had hope that the manners we teach our children would be reflected in the president of our country. I had hoped that the collaboration that builds successful businesses would be reflected in Read more

By Karin, ago

I never heard the stories

This weaving of family stories is told from different perspectives, different voices, and in different versions. Stories told by aunts and uncles, great aunts and great uncles, cousins, and parents. Stories that the grandchildren listen to with big eyes inhaling the family mythology.

By Karin, ago

Summer Reading Special

For the months of June and July, you can order a discounted print copy of Falling From The Moon for just $10.00 + shipping.  Order before June 15th and shipping on 5-25 books is only 99 cents. Use this special link for the special discounted price.  Just my way of Read more

By Karin, ago

Forest and Folklore

Anywhere people have lived in forested areas, mythology and folklore about the woods co-exist with humanity. After all, before the internet and CNN, most of us perceived the nature of reality through the material world around us.  As Marie-Louise von Franz writes in her classic The Interpretation of Fairy Tales: Read more

By Karin, ago

Shadows of the Past

Shadows of the past lay over the present and spill towards the future the way my father’s Estonia obscured and at times illuminated my experience in Estonia.  My father’s Estonia was a secret, hidden away space and one I believe that he only let himself dwell on when he drank, Read more

By Karin, ago