Fiona Lovell HorningHaystack RevisitedWhen my children were teenagers, I went to Haystack Mountain School of Crafts every summer for ten consecutive years. It didn’t matter what…Sep 17Sep 17
Fiona Lovell HorningHiding My Tools From My HusbandI grew up in a family where tools were venerated. My father’s father, Eddie, was a cabinet maker in Wales. He sharpened his chisels himself…Jul 151Jul 151
Fiona Lovell HorningGrace in Letting GoMy father-in-law is ninety-one, and he is dying. It won’t happen tomorrow or next week but in the coming months. He sleeps a lot. Often…Aug 3, 20232Aug 3, 20232
Fiona Lovell HorningThe Battlefield Steven Pressfield Has Never FacedReading Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art has sent me into a tailspin of managed rage. Recommended to me by my well-intentioned writing…Jul 6, 20231Jul 6, 20231
Fiona Lovell HorningLove Told Me It Was Time To GoYesterday I left something very important to me. A relationship of sorts. But not a marriage. I was involved with a group of people on a…May 19, 20231May 19, 20231
Fiona Lovell HorningWriting poems through COVIDI spent the ten weeks of Covid lockdown in a house on Cape Cod. With me were my husband, three sons and their partners, and one future…Mar 12, 20231Mar 12, 20231
Fiona Lovell HorningThrew Out His Shoes — Still Loves MeMarriage is a spiritual journeyFeb 19, 20233Feb 19, 20233
Fiona Lovell HorningWorrying Goes with the Job TitleMotherhood brings a vulnerability like no otherFeb 1, 20233Feb 1, 20233