Writing Muscles & 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

Above: I’ve written about a lot of beautiful homes, but this Brooklyn space really impressed me. I would love an organized mudroom like this, with pistachio, custom-built cabinetry and a rolling library ladder to reach the skis and suitcases--and the life to go with it. Wow! Design by Jenny Dina Kirshner. Photography by Ryan Dausch. Article link below.

I’m using my writing muscles a lot--is plural right?

I can’t say I’m flexing them, because that would connote a muscle man (or woman) holding up a bulging arm to show off their strength, am I right?

No, I’m not pumping iron and boasting to impress you or anyone else. I’m more building up my writing muscles to get in faster, more honed sentence-structuring and storytelling shape to better use my tools.

I have an assignment from ASPIRE DESIGN AND HOME Magazine for the summer issue. Another place in Southwest France! I do hope to wing to a faraway place in the not too distant future.....

Magazines are a dying breed, and it’s sad. I’m grateful for this work.

Here is a link to my latest feature in the Spring 2021 issue:

https://aspiremetro.com/jenny-dina-kirschner-brooklyn-duplexes/

I’m also trying to place some essays and story pitches, to earn more dough. 

And I’ve joined a weekly Journaling Night, a spinoff of the Montclair Healing Huddle I attended for mothers/caregivers. I like the Wednesday night group (8 to 9:30 p.m. on Zoom). It goes on for five weeks, and involves getting in touch with our feelings, and the way we perceive them, through writing prompts. Tara, a therapist, skillfully leads us.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, lassies, lads and others. I’m remembering my parents on this day. They listened to Irish music (lyrical but often mournful, about the potato famine etc.) and cooked corned beef, cabbage and potatoes in an old, tall silver-tone pot. I miss them both, and their legacies (she, Irish; he, Italian). Good night.