Joanna Clymer

This post recounts the birth of my daughter Mara 16 years ago at the very tiny hospital where I am now privileged to care for the sick and the dying in Portland, Maine I am on the couch with my baby girl. It is six in the morning. The light slanting in through the window… Continue reading How She Got Here

I am almost finished with the second draft of a murder mystery that I have been writing for the past year in between hospital shifts and driving my children hither and thon. The book is autobiographical in many respects particularly in that the heroine is a young woman whose gay father has just died of… Continue reading The Murder Mystery and My Father’s Journal

Today is Maundy Thursday. I am a Christian but I am not a Christian. I am not a hellfire and original sin Christian. I will not pledge my belief in the factual truth of a beautiful and mythological story. I am my own kind of Christian and I have found a spiritual home in the… Continue reading Mandy Thursday