A Picture and a Thousand Words: Guest Post by Kim Suhr

“Leathery oak leaves grip my soles, and I am stunned by the realization that I must get used to seeing you from this vantage point — the back of your head bobbing, you running, running, running to the next vista, the next adventure.” ~ from “Sweet Scented Place” in Maybe I’ll Learn: Snapshots of a Novice Mom by Kim Suhr

Motherhood is a tricky business. There are plenty of books, mind you, that detail the how-to’s, the do’s, the do-not-ever’s. But inevitably, as soon as we take that baby in our arms (first-born, second-born, it doesn’t matter…every child is different) the books fall to the wayside, the instructions we studied blur, and we begin our individual journey as Mother, Mommy, Mom.

I’m not saying these how-to books should be ignored or discarded; they do provide a starting point. But it is a different kind of book on motherhood that often plays a larger role in our understanding: the book that reminds the new mom she is not alone; the book that says you’ll make mistakes, you’re only human; the book that suggests, even as your son or daughter grows up, that feeling of being a novice never entirely goes away.

Kim Suhr has written such a book. Her essays in Maybe I’ll Learn: Snapshots from a Novice Mom highlight her experiences of motherhood when her children are young, from that first bicycle day trip (where siblings turn  enemies) in “Peace in the Trailer” to a quiet hike for two in “Sweet Scented Place.” But the story doesn’t end at the last page. Throughout the book, in the Afterword, and with her guest post here, the message is the same: take note of everything–good, bad, frustrating–and know that each adventure, each intimate moment, reveals a new truth about who we are as human beings.

I’m thrilled to host Kim as she shares a snapshot of her story now, as a mom of a college-bound son. And because Mother’s Day is right around the corner, I’m offering a giveaway. ENTER HERE for a chance to win a copy of Maybe I’ll Learn. Deadline to enter is Sunday, May 14th, at noon.

Now, welcome Kim Suhr!


A Picture and a Thousand Words

By Kim Suhr

“Take lots of pictures. They grow up so fast!” The advice came from all corners: the old lady in the grocery line, a mom of tweens at the library, the middle-aged neighbor who had just sent his last child off to college. Flash forward 18 years, and my hard drive can attest to the fact that I took this advice. Nineteen thousand images. Add to that the few years of actual hold-‘em-in-your-hand photographs from before the digital era, and we’re talking lots of pictures.

Now it’s time to send my first-born off to college, and, while I am glad I took the advice of strangers, I am also glad I listened to my writer’s heart and took notes. For each kid, I kept a notebook in which I wrote periodic letters describing simple things—my worry of the moment, the kid’s developmental level or fascination du jour, what was happening in the world. They include a few sticky notes and ticket stubs. One particular nametag I just couldn’t throw away.

When I revisit these journals, I get a reminder of the phase when Shelby would break into singing “EIO!” to show her general state of happiness, how she went through a time where everything in the past happened “the otter day,” how she first learned to “write” her name and “read” with inflection.

Twelve years later, I write down a few Instagram posts that capture the vision she shares with her peers, “Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow,” and “You can always find sunshine on a rainy day,” both accompanied with arty pictures of herself in starfish-type stances.

A dip into Ethan’s journal takes me to his vexation at having our yard signs stolen during the 2004 election, and his brainstorming on how to solve the problem. One solution involved electrifying the metal posts in the sign. Another called for copious amounts of dog poop.

Fast forward eight years, and I record his reaction to the most recent presidential election, the one he missed voting in by a few months. In a darkened living room, we watched the results together, both at a loss for words:

Before we went up to bed, you said, “Well, at least some really good art is going to come out of this time period,” observing, I think, that it is times like these where we can look to the arts to express what we can’t.

It certainly wouldn’t have occurred to me to take a picture that night, but I sure am glad I recorded a few thoughts.

So, if you have kids and no other stranger has given you this advice, let me be the first: write it down. Start with “Dear Sweet (Name)” and the date. It doesn’t need to be eloquent. Sometimes a list is all you need: Funny Things You Like to Say, What Seems to Be on Your Mind Lately, A Parenting Conundrum. Describe mealtime conversation or what you talk about at bedtime. These snapshots will not only help your kids remember what they were like at different times in their lives but will also give them insights into who you were, too. Perhaps that is the biggest gift of all.

Kim Suhr is the author of Maybe I’ll Learn: Snapshots of a Novice Mom and director of Red Oak Writing. Recently, her work has appeared at Midwest Review, Stonecoast Review and Solstice Literary Magazine. Her short story collection, Nothing to Lose & Other Stories, was a finalist for the Eludia Award. To learn more about her writing, visit kimsuhr.com. Kim holds an MFA from the Solstice program at Pine Manor College where she was the Dennis Lehane Fellow in Fiction.


Don’t forget: ENTER THE GIVEAWAY by Sunday @ noon, May 14th (Mother’s Day), to win a copy of Maybe I’ll Learn: Snapshots from a Novice Mom!

Guest Post: Kim Suhr on Honoring Your Desire to Write

Kim Suhr is the director of Red Oak Writing in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She organizes Saturday workshops on craft and leads Roundtable Critique Groups–in person and now (I love this) online. Let distance no longer be a barrier to joining a group! She is author, editor, and champion of other writers, helping them see the gift in their stories and encouraging them to pursue their dreams. Her guest post today does exactly that: she recognizes our tendency to downplay our work and offers insight for why we should (and how we can) honor our desire to write.

Can’t Afford a Writing Class? Maybe.

From time to time, people tell me they’d love to improve their writing, but they just can’t afford a class. Since I don’t have access to their bank accounts and spending habits, I have no way to know if this is true. But I do think that—in some cases—“not being able to afford it” is more akin to “not feeling justified in spending money on it.” And to those writers, I have one word to say: golf.

We all know people who play golf (or ski or cook or knit) with the verve of a professional despite the fact that they’ll never make a living at their passion. Still they continue to sink time and money into the activity just for the pleasure of it.

Imagine the following arguments against paying for a writing class translated into the golf scenario:

1. I don’t need a class. I’ll just get better by writing a LOT. Practice makes perfect, right?

DSC_0083Actually, there is much to like about this reasoning: the whole 10,000 hours to become an expert argument and all. Only thing is, if your golf stroke stinks, increasing the number of swings isn’t going to improve your game. In fact, it will probably get progressively worse or, at the very least, take a long time to get better. What will help—and in pretty short order—is an expert who can point out your dipped shoulder or the fact that your club face is open.

Same with writing. Ten thousand hours of point-of-view slips or ill-conceived plots will just make you better at bad writing. Best to get some instruction from someone who knows that they’re talking about. Then, the next 9,999 hours will be time well spent.

2. Why not just get a bunch of people together and help each other for free?

I like parts of this argument, too. You could get lucky and find some naturally skilled groupmates who give great advice. I have seen it happen for golfers and for writers. On the other hand, you could end up with a duffer who thinks he knows more about golf than he really does. He might advise you to change your grip only to make your slice worse. Let’s face it, bad advice is worse than no advice at all. The other hazard here is that your golf game could be so much better than your mates’ that they can offer no suggestions for improvement.

If you’ve been with the same group of writers without seeing much growth, you probably know what I’m talking about. As a facilitator of Roundtable critique groups, I can attest to the power of being among writers serious enough about their work to pay for a class and committed enough to meet deadlines and do the hard work of revision.

A third reason is often unspoken, but, I believe, is at the heart of many emerging writers’ reluctance to invest money in writing classes:

3. The chances of making the big time are slim. Why would I spend money when I probably won’t see tangible, financial payback?

black-and-white-people-bar-menSadly, there is much truth to this. No matter how avid a golfer you are, it isn’t likely you’ll be in the Masters’ Tournament any time soon. Still, golfers are out there every Saturday morning, doing what they love, spending a fair amount of money on it, and not feeling guilty in the least. No one is saying, “Why do you play so much golf? You’ll never make any money at it anyway.”

Why, then, do we apply the same standard to writing? Sure, from any one writing class, it will be difficult to see a direct monetary payoff on investment. But, when you “splurge” on a class, you find your tribe and deeper connections with those who share in your passion. Taken together, what you gain from classes, conferences and critique groups adds up to stronger writing and better chances of publishing, if that’s your goal.

In the end, for many people it comes down to this: How do I honor my desire to become a better writer? Do I really mean that I can’t afford a class or that I don’t feel justified in taking one? If your answer is the latter, I encourage you to reconsider. The call to write is every bit as important as other pursuits, maybe more so. Think of the words that have moved you. Consider the writers who claimed the time and used financial resources to write them for you. Imagine how your words may do the same for your readers one day. Remember, your writing will last much longer than a golf score.

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Kim-Suhr-small-150x150-2KIM SUHR is the author of Maybe I’ll Learn: Snapshots of a Novice Mom and director of Red Oak Writing. Her work has appeared at Grey Sparrow JournalFull of Crow and Foundling Review as well as earning awards from the Wisconsin Writers’ Association’s Jade Ring and Lindemann Humor Contests. You can listen to Kim read her work at WUWM 89.7 on the Lake Effect Program. She holds an MFA from the Solstice program at Pine Manor College where she was the Dennis Lehane Fellow in Fiction. To learn more about her writing, visit kimsuhr.com.

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Smell: The Expressway to Memory

It’s nothing new to say our sense of smell is an expressway to memory.

file000284162710One whiff of black pavement on a hot day, and I am at Six Flags in the heat of summer during the late ’70’s.

My dad worked a mile or two away, so he would drop my sisters and me off for the entire day. We’d run circles through the amusement park, make repeat rides on the Shock Wave, cool off in the Cave Ride, and go home exhausted from the heat but charged in fun with our feet covered in black tar residue.

In Naming the World, Bret Anthony Johnston writes about the power of sensory details in fiction or in nonfiction, reminding us that great details simply pull at “snatches of memory and image,” allow readers to fill in the rest:

The most affecting descriptive writing results from an author’s providing not a linguistic blueprint of a library but the raw material (the air tinged with the scent of old pages, the shafts of dusty light diffused through window slats, the whispers, like trickling water, of the librarians behind the oval reference desk) from which the reader can erect her own library.

IMG_0695Recently, Kim Suhr from Red Oak Writing visited the group of writers at Harwood Place. I love inviting visiting teachers to this group not only because they bring a fresh perspective on craft and critique but because they often bring new exercises as well.

Kim talked about sensory details and walked the writers through the beginnings of a wonderful exercise that taps into memory through smell and opens the door for story.

IMG_0696She asked the group for a list of smells that evoke strong reactions, good or bad. The exercise: choose one from the list and write on it, starting with the sentence, “I smell ________, and I am _______.”

I smell skunk, and I am on a two-lane road in the middle of Texas….

Where are you?