On Wild Places

"Wild places — open, public lands — are where I gain my bearings, where I hike and run and think," says Erin Block, who lives in the mountains of Colorado.

She's a librarian by day and a writer by night, and her book, The View from Coal Creek,  is a passionate reflection on fishing and life.

Join us at 3 Good Books, where Block shares her favorite books about wild places.



Thankful Thursday: Not Moldy Bread

I'm making a list in my head, I told her.

Of what?

Things I'm thankful for.

Am I on it?

Are you on it! I said.

She closed her eyes and made her own list.

Can it be something as small as discovering that your bread isn't moldy after all so there'll be toast for the kids for breakfast? she asked.

Yes, I said. My eyes were still closed. Right now I'm thanking God for twist-offs.

Oh, good one, she said.

All My Puny Sorrows
a novel by Miriam Toews


It's Thankful Thursday, a weekly pause to express appreciation for the joys big, small, and inbetween. What are you thankful for today?


It's not a test

Even in elementary school it troubled me when our teacher, with all good intentions, read a poem to the class, then asked, What does it mean?  My problem wasn't with the question, but with the idea that there was an Answer . . . A poem is not a test. Readers of poetry can't fail.

— Laura Kasischke

Yes! Exactly, yes.

Go here to read the full (but brief) glorious truth.



Win! Free Books for Poetry Month

Welcome to the 6th Annual Big Poetry Giveaway!

To celebrate National Poetry Month, poets across the globe are giving away books. Lucky you!

Playing is easy. To enter the drawing, simply leave a comment at the end of this blog post. On May 1st, I'll close my eyes, choose two names, and announce the winners. 

I'll be giving away two books — my own and one of my favorites. What you can win:

Thin Skin
by Drew Myron

A blend of black-and-white photos paired with tender, precise poems.

She is the poet laureate of vulnerability!

  — Molly Spencer, The Stanza

Thin Skin exposes the reader to life’s harsh elements, but also shows the way to refuge.

— Brian Juenemann
Pacific Northwest
Booksellers Association

What It Is
by Lynda Barry

Lynda Barry is a writer, illustrator and enthusiastic advocate for the arts. "Creativity is there in everybody, in everybody,” she says.

While not technically a poet, Barry embodies the creative, willing spirit that poetry requires. In fact, the Poetry Foundation featured Barry in this friendly and practical chat. 


About Your Hostess (Me!)

Who I am: Drew Myron - writer, editor, encourager, poet, wife, daughter, sister

What I do: Write, read, snack & nap. Also, run a marketing communications company in which I give voice to people, places, projects.  

What I believe: Gratitude drives joy. With Thankful Thursday, I take a weekly pause to express appreciation for things big and small. Please join in! 

Blogs I read: Calm Things by Shawna Lemay, The Stanza by Molly Spencer, Battered Hive by Shawnte Orion, 3 Good Books by Push Pull Books (and me).

To enter the drawing, please leave your name and contact info in the comment section by April 30, 2015. I'll randomly choose and announce the two lucky winners the week of May 1, 2015.

For the chance to win even more books, go here to see a list of participating poets.


Thankful Thursday: Get A Mentor

Indexed by Jessica Hagy

I met my mentor in the middle of a hostage crisis.

As a SWAT team swarmed a ratty house in a forgotten field, I chatted up a colleague who would become a valuable mentor and, decades later, one of my closest friends.

Twenty years ago, she was a seasoned reporter for the state’s largest newspaper, and I was fresh from college, working as an over-eager, under-prepared reporter for a small town newspaper.

It didn’t seem right to chat and giggle in the middle of a gun-toting, armor-inducing situation, but it was a welcome relief to find an ally in the midst of this backwoods kind of crazy.

Aside from asking questions and taking notes, I didn’t know much. But I knew enough to keep my mouth shut and my eyes open. She’d worked for both small and large papers. She was smart and opinionated. She told stories of grouchy editors and wacky sources. She found life disgusting and delightful, in equal measure, and I aspired to be her.

Over the years, she nudged me toward better jobs and opportunities, and we grew into ourselves and our careers. In our own time, we each moved away from newspapers and into other media and marketing worlds. We shifted from mentor to colleagues to, ultimately, friends.

I've now known my mentor for half my life. And we now show ourselves more fully, not just the professional parts but our personal success and struggle too. We laugh a lot. We read newspapers and grumble. We drink martinis (which she taught me to enjoy: Bombay Saphire, shaken, hint of vermouth, three olives). We sigh.

Years ago when I stood in that field waiting for a man to come to his senses I had no idea I was meeting a person who would mark my life, and my heart.

Recently, I spent time with a young woman I met over a decade ago, when she was a high school student and I was a volunteer for a teen writing group. We’ve kept in touch over the years, through her first job, her first (and second) apartment, her marriage, her move out of state. We’ve shared poems, letters and life-changing decisions.

When we met for lunch, we hadn’t seen each other in several years. And yet we started just where we had left, chatting about books, art, clothes, love . . . I saw that she moved with more poise and spoke with greater assurance. She had grown into herself. This is how it feels, I thought, to witness a person becoming.

Wistful and proud, I was standing now on both sides of mentorship, grateful.

It's Thankful Thursday (on Friday), a weekly pause to express gratitude for people, places, things and more. Our joy contracts and expands in direct relation to our thankfulness. What are you thankful for today?