Author Archives: Drema Drudge

Dear Reader, It has been an “activate the blue chair protocol” kind of late morning, but now, into the afternoon, Word Raccoon and I are back on the porch, writing. The blue chair protocol, for the unfamiliar, is what we do when we are feeling too much at once: we grab our AirPods and settleContinue reading “Blue Chair Protocol Followed by Porch Writing”

Dear Reader, Woolf rejected Word Raccoon’s offering. I came downstairs this morning to see that the garland had mostly fallen off the painting. Some might blame me for not fastening it as carefully as I might have, but WR and I are convinced that Woolf is unhappy because we didn’t add batteries to the garlandContinue reading “The Weight of a Classic”

Dear Reader, You know it’s going to be an interesting morning when a print of Virginia Woolf knitting asks why you haven’t decorated its frame for fall yet, as if you ever had. Word Raccoon agreed heartily that Woolf deserved a lighted leaf garland. I shrugged and hung the decorations. To back up, I foundContinue reading “Stone Skipping”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon has been stamping her little foot impatiently while I have been completing annoying administrative tasks all damn day. Her eyes are squinty and tired. Such is life, but WR says she forgets what creativity even is when that happens. She curses and whines that this is no fun! And she’s notContinue reading “The Inherent Bearing of Trees”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon loves this weather and its accompanying droning of a lawn mower in the distance and the dribbling of a basketball someplace nearer.  Not only did she finish most of her fall decorating, from placing acorn-hued pumpkins that give way to harvest gold below their curved sides on every available spot onContinue reading “What Fresh Hell Is This? Medication Edition”

Dear Reader, As Word Raccoon and I washed the porch windows, our town’s Harvest Day hayride chugged by, and it truly felt as if fall arrived with it. Two rows of flannel-and-denim-clad citizens lined the cart. I was glad they were bundled up, and I found myself wondering how old Myah will have to beContinue reading “Following Fall Clouds and Thoughts”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon will not shut up about our coffee date with our friend. The friend has moved to Spain and was back visiting family, and WR could not wait to see her! (her mother, who was out for a walk, joined us for a coffee for a bit, too. Very cool. We willContinue reading “Word Raccoon Gets Coffee, Conversation, and Finds a Poem with Her Snout “

Dear Reader, It’s funny how tasks that seem small can swallow a morning. Word Raccoon says I’m not being fair, because I had a morning’s worth of activities before morning even broke, or so it seemed. But she knows what I mean. We were entering our chapbook, God Blinked, in a contest that closes todayContinue reading “Poetry Ate My Morning”

Dear Reader, The handyman is finished; he has come and gone, and the house thanks him. Word Raccoon was protective of her writing space and time, but I told her to snap out of it; these things needed doing. It was magical, handing him a list and seeing the things be taken care of, oneContinue reading “As You Wish, Household Edition”

(With apologies to Cake for the title) Dear Reader, Let me say right up front that I am fine. Fine, I say. And I mean it.  But Word Raccoon has been on a bit of a nail-biting adventure, if you will. (She was concerned, me not so much.) Two days after Mawgy passed, I hadContinue reading “No Shirt, Not-Long-Enough Jacket”