Mother’s Day 2022

By Maddie Lock | May 8, 2022

For three days we snuggled in our private hospital room, staring at each other. I had never felt this kind of connection to anyone. I devoted my entire being over to this tiny beautiful creature who needed me so much. I knew my heart was not my own anymore.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

By Maddie Lock | February 6, 2022

A few days ago, I received an email from my father that made my heart clench. At ninety-five, he is part of a dwindling number of WWII veterans, in his case one of Hitler’s teenage boys conscripted to the army. He fought on the beaches of Normandy, was wounded, and captured.

What I Have Learned This Year…Chasing my Dream

By Maddie Lock | December 21, 2021

Remember when you were a kid and you saw “old folks” who looked at everyone and everything in a suspicious and angry way that made you wonder what awful thing had happened to them? Maybe they felt as if the world had passed them by and nothing could possibly go right anymore.

In Giving Thanks

By Maddie Lock | November 22, 2021

It’s not a bad idea to always be grateful for those we care about. Not only our spouses, parents, pets, and children, but also those people who enrich our lives in many small ways that we typically do not think about and who leave small or large holes when they are suddenly gone.

Present-ly

By Maddie Lock | November 2, 2021

In the ten years I’ve been studying Buddhist philosophy, the one true thing that I have gleaned is awareness. I can’t say I’m more peaceful, or kinder, or wiser. But I do know that I can learn to be fully aware of the results that my actions create, which may eventually serve to make me kinder or wiser and let me live peacefully.

Book of Regrets

By Maddie Lock | October 5, 2021

Fear is that corrosive rock of despair, the opposite of “that thing with feathers.” It’s a feeling of disorientation. Space shifts. Time warps. I start thinking about crazy stuff, like noumenon vs. phenomena and questioning what reality really consists of.

The Tower

By Maddie Lock | September 22, 2021

My mother’s family hails from a historic town in Bavaria called Sulzbach-Rosenberg. Built on a massive igneous rock, the town consists of uphill and downhill cobble-stone streets. The original section dates from the 8th century, and was once a vital center for the Palatine dukes and counts. A yellow castle sits at the very top of the igneous rock and looks out over the surrounding hills and valleys.

Omnilegencia

By Maddie Lock | August 24, 2021

Every week a question is posted to get our writerly brains to think and respond, which usually brings something to mind that causes me to ponder further. This week it was why do you write? The answers are across the board, but I have yet to see one that states: I want to write a Pulitzer Prize winning book, become filthy rich and super famous so I can live the rest of my life wallowing in success.

Do you know why?

Dear (Agent)

By Maddie Lock | July 26, 2021

I admire those that self-publish. We have all heard about success stories. I’m happy for them and duly impressed. But it’s not me, at this time. I was delighted to take that route with my children’s books. I wanted total control over my books, including the illustrations. My goal was to benefit dogs and help instill the love of reading in children.

Barb and Maddie

A Tribute to Barbara Koski Maxwell

By Maddie Lock | June 26, 2021

R.I.P. Barbara Koski Maxwell. Barbara was one of the most interesting and warmest people I have ever known. Over the course of two years we offered readings at local schools, libraries, and literary events. While I read, she drew sketches of the entranced children and handed it to them at the end of the reading. She was the rock star, always.

A Perceived Truth

By Maddie Lock | June 2, 2021

Memoir: In my words: a true slice of someone’s private life that carried profound meaning, created a change in perspective, and carries a universal meaning for others. Memoir is the author’s journey of a time or situation that is resolved in some fashion, at least by the end of the book.

Mother’s Day

By Maddie Lock | May 6, 2021

On a bright summer day in 1953, Susanna Fornoff walked into the print shop where my father had worked as a typesetter ever since his 1947 release as a prisoner of war. She was looking for part-time work, to supplement her modeling assignments and serving meals at a local Gasthaus. She was hired. My father was smitten.

A Time for Hope

By Maddie Lock | April 9, 2021

The wood ducks love to swim into our little cove and waddle into the yard to munch on the acorns our old live oaks drop in abundance. The drakes have gorgeous iridescent plumage with crested heads and distinctive white stripes from the eyes to the end of the crest. The hens are not colorful. Their plumage of browns intermingled with beige offer better camouflage.

The Opposite Shore

By Maddie Lock | February 7, 2021

As the narrator, I have a roll to fill. The late (and great) Ursula K. Le Guin offers a story in her book on writing, Steering the Craft, that uses the analogy of a boat. Here’s my take on it: our readers climb into a boat with us to journey to the opposite shore.

A Silver Lining

By Maddie Lock | December 27, 2020

As I look forward to 2021, different emotions assail me. Everyone can agree that 2020 has been a sad and frightening year. The whole world discovered it was in a battle. And the battle continues. But now we are over the shock and have girded our loins, determined to win.

Hopes and Plans

By Maddie Lock | October 22, 2020

My husband and I are packing to go back up to our cabin in the NC mountains for a few weeks. I’m hoping the leaves are red, yellow, and orange by now, my favorite color palette. I plan to sit in the dining room with its 360 degree view of the surrounding Tusquittee mountain range and add the finishing touches to my book. Yes!

Magic

By Maddie Lock | September 13, 2020

The magic of a book that talks directly to us is a feeling like no other. We are validated, soothed, yet excited to feel a part of something bigger than ourselves. Rebecca Solnit once said The object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed. It exists fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates.

Who Will Drink My Tears?

By Maddie Lock | July 27, 2020

I’ve been re-reading The Faraway Nearby by the remarkable Rebecca Solnit. The first time I read my now dog-eared copy was four years ago when I became fascinated with the idea of writing personal nonfiction, especially memoir. I picked it up and put it down several times before I was able to settle in and focus.

The Cabin

By Maddie Lock | June 13, 2020

We dreamed of building our own mountain settlement, of designing and crafting solid log homes that could become family retreats. We found a mountaintop, plopped down our savings and cajoled a local bank to give us a loan and began clearing roads. We discovered a company in Michigan that hauled in huge logs and assembled them with a crane.

Our Sojourn in Solitude

By Maddie Lock | April 30, 2020

While contemplating a quiet (as in pack my bags and slink off, maybe forever) disappearance, I came across a piece about Monhegan Island in the Travel section of the paper. As I read about the fierce beauty of the cliffs and the muted stillness of Cathedral Woods, a solution presented itself: a solitary retreat.