Author: Abby Rosmarin

It’s an Indian Summer, as the saying goes. Or used to go. It’s another term that strikes sour with time and understanding. It ages itself out and is left to its own devices alone. But, just days after there was snow on the ground, when the chill wove its way through the weavings of my… Continue reading Indian Summer →

"Notice your heartbeat," I tell my students. "Without trying to predict anything, can you notice what happens when you breathe in... and breathe out?" It's one of the tricks I use in my yoga therapy groups -- the only classes I currently teach. Ironically, a hospital setting is the potentially the safest place for me… Continue reading Heartbeat →

A fox came into our yard last week. Last week, while the chickens were ranging freely, while I was blissfully indoors and pretending like that was adequate supervision. I didn’t even know anything was wrong until I came out to a pile of scattered feathers and not a chicken in sight. Something is wrong. Something… Continue reading Inevitable →

I'm greeting the fall with insomnia. This is a common occurrence. The seasons change, and I mark it with pock-marked sleep. It's a ritual between nature and my nervous system, my circadian rhythm a secret Druid. I don't worry about it too much. Sleep and I have always had a tenuous relationship. It is the… Continue reading Ephemeral →

Time is not a constant entity. This much, even a lay person knows (a child can recite E = MC2, even if they don't exactly know what it means). It's affected by gravity -- time at sea level moves a little slower than time in the stratosphere. I've been feeling how relative time is --… Continue reading Hope & Time →

"This will make a good blog post, at least," my husband offers. "I can't think like that. That's a great way to guarantee I don't write anything," I say. It's a dumb thing to be upset over. But I am. We both are. Upset and frustrated and disheartened. The server we had been playing a… Continue reading Impermanence →

This is a story from the short story collection The Secret to a Happy Marriage, which I am releasing today first as a free ebook, leading up to its paperback release. If you enjoy the short story, I only ask that you help me get my little ebook to the #1 spot on Amazon's unpaid… Continue reading The Secret to a Happy Marriage →

It's the day after constant rainfall, and the feeling in the air is damp and morose. It lets you know exactly what the weather had been, and threatens to continue raining at any moment. "At least the transplants are getting lots of water," says my husband. I think about all the bushes that had been… Continue reading Transplant →

"We write stories in such different ways," a fellow writer friend remarks. "I prefer one-off stories about characters before moving onto different worlds, and you like to return to characters and give them additional stories." "And both are completely valid," I reply. And it's true. I love to interweave stories, to hide Easter eggs in… Continue reading Reintroduce →

My beachcomber bike isn't meant for the hilly roads of New Hampshire, but here we are. There's a perverseness to this tableau. Here I am, seated upright on my dainty, turquoise bicycle, saying hello to twice as many neighbors on that ride around the block than I would in an entire month. Someone in one… Continue reading Superposition →