Author Archives: Drema Drudge

Dear Reader, Whatever ails a person, Anne Lamott is almost always the answer. Or that’s what I told Word Raccoon this evening. Writer’s block? Bird by Bird. Grieving? Traveling Mercies. Anne: “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”  The ham of God essay in Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith. I could go on. I’m watchingContinue reading “Anne Lamott is Almost Always the Answer”

Dear Reader, Welcome, Dear Reader, to another episode of “All over the place,” blog edition. First of all, Word Raccoon and I had our yearly eye exam today. She told everyone going in that if she didn’t need new glasses, she didn’t want new glasses, because she still lurves her old ones.  She didn’t need newContinue reading “All Over the Place”

Dear Reader,  Out of sight, out of mind, says Word Raccoon about her wardrobe, which is probably why we spent yesterday evening assembling the *trumpet blast* Great Wardrobe Wall of 2026! It really wasn’t that difficult. And honestly, that wasn’t on the agenda, but after the handyman did all of those household projects the otherContinue reading “To the Treelawn!”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon has been missing her poetry. But her attempts at writing it during the café’s last day were rather unsuccessful, so she gave up and went home after saying her goodbyes. She does not like goodbyes. She spent the rest of the day at home, submitting eight packets of poetry to journalsContinue reading “Missing Poetry”

Dear Reader, Sad sack post forthcoming, because today is the last day this café will be open. I didn’t give my heart fully to this version of the café, I confess. Because the other that had previously been here had meant so much to me, had become intertwined with my novel writing. This one hasContinue reading “Word Raccoon Wants the Japanese Maple!”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon was at the gym at 5:30 this morning. Recently we were at the gym and met the new coach, who asked if that was the time we generally came to the gym. WR laughed. No, no, Angie. We go to the gym whenever the spirit moves us or whenever Word MomContinue reading “Seeding the Imagination = Writing. Sorta.”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon is engrossed. She’s halfway through John Green’s first novel for adults, and she loves how he talks about art in it, especially. But then again, he’s married to someone who used to be an art curator for a museum, so no surprise there. And now WR has to find that WarholContinue reading “Shh…#AmReading”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon and I have been holding out on you. We hope you don’t mind. We had been asked to keep the secret for a while, and then we wanted to wait a beat because of the loss of dear Mawgy. But remember that pinked grass I mentioned? Well. THERE WAS A REASONContinue reading “There Was a Reason I Said “Pinked Grass” a While Back”

Dear Reader, Today was catch-up day. As in, the past week has been absorbed (by necessity, and rightly so). My plan was to go to the gym first thing this morning. I did not give Word Raccoon a choice – I made her start the day in workout clothes. But once there I discovered thatContinue reading “Catch-Up Day “

Dear Reader, Alas, today contained another memorial, and after extending condolences, lunch was Chinese food followed by a pop-by to Ollie’s Bargain Outlet. (Not an ad!) Y’all, it might be my and Word Raccoon’s new book addiction spot. Even as I complain about needing more bookshelves and bargain with myself and Word Raccoon about weedingContinue reading “Ollie, Ollie Oxen (Not Quite, But Almost) Free”