It’s been six months since I began the fallow season for Sprouts. Fallow: left unsown for a time to restore fertility, or to rest so that new growth can take root. As the itch to return to writing grew, a dear friend reached out of the blue to thank me for a post from last…
One of the joys that I have lately is that I am writing a lot. But you might not know it when you look at ejpitman.com. In a couple weeks, I will re-start my beloved Sprouts Newsletter. And I’d love to invite you to check out some of the my other word playgrounds. FollowUpFriday –…
This week is a significant week for me. Two years ago on April 16, while visiting my parents in Maine, an aneurysm burst in my brain and I had a stroke. I woke up two days later in a hospital two hours away where I’d been flown. People tell me that I’m a miracle. The…
(This is based on a speech I gave at Pelham Toastmasters on February 5, 2025.) Let’s be honest: Most of us think we’re pretty smart. We’ve got years of experience, a collection of hard-earned wisdom, and a drawer full of metaphorical “expert” badges. But what if I told you that everything you know might actually be keeping you…
I love children’s picture books. I love that words and art work together to create a setting for sharing and exploring a story. I love the challenge of the author to write something thoughtful in 500-1000 words – usually 32 pages. Even more inspiring is a book that has no words – that leaves the…
I took myself on a field trip to the Quilt Shop this morning. It was a field trip – and not shopping – because my sole purpose of being there was to be around the fabric and to fall in love. No particular projects to shop for. No particular tools needed. Just an hour or…