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Archives for August 2009

Noah Lukeman on the Colon, That Most Majestic of Punctuation Marks . . .

August 14, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="374"]Noah Lukeman portrait. Noah Lukeman[/caption]

Ever since I read Noah Lukeman’s treatise on the comma in a 2006 issue of The Writer’s Chronicle, I have been a fan. A devotee. No, let’s face it, a groupie. Read more.

The Writing Room: If It’s Religious, Can It Be Art?

August 10, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Religious art. A rose wind in a church. Photo by Barbara Newhall

Is religious art an oxymoron these days? Can “great” art address matters spiritual in the modern era? Read more.

More Thoughts — on Sex — From/To/About Lauren Winner

August 7, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Something I’ve learned about current trends in evangelical Christian sex: it’s sexy. Note, for one thing, the voluptuously unfolding magnolia on the cover of Lauren Winner’s book, “Real Sex”.

Writing Room: A Week With Lauren Winner — Of “Girl (Woman) Meets God”

August 3, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Lauren Winner, author of Girl Meets God, is anything but girlish. First of all, she’s a woman, not a girl — she’d like that to be clear. She also has a tough, incisive mind.

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Tulips and Sex — Writing as If Everyone I Know Were Dead

looking at pink tulips just opening from the underside at Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland, CA. Photo by BF Newhall

I want to write about tulips today. I don’t want to write about sex. The trouble is, for me, writing about tulips means writing about sex: something about their juicy curves brings erotic metaphors to my particular mind. I had thought that once my mother — and father — were no longer alive and reading over my shoulder, I’d be able to write my heart out, but . . . Read more.

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