My husband and I had a couple of friends over for tabbouleh and grilled steaks this weekend, and we all started talking about our college years. My friend S. mentioned how important grades had been Continue reading Fail Once in a While, Get the Sting Out
For fun, I thought I’d share my half of an email discussion with a friend (also an author). We were talking about publication. As you may have guessed, we talk about that sort of thing, Continue reading What’s a Creative to do with all this Delayed Gratification?
“It’s time we got back to mother,” said the mave, his low voice an added heaviness to the rough-hewn hall. Like a frayed silk cocoon, his hoary beard caught against the coarse texture of his Continue reading Back to Mother
This post was inspired by an article I enjoyed: The Crucial Filmaking Elements Causing All Your Movie Feuds by Film Crit Hulk (nom de plume) (http://observer.com/2018/05/the-two-crucial-filmmaking-elements-causing-all-your-movie-feuds/). Text and texture, sympathy and empathy: the ideas he Continue reading Text and Texture in Fiction
It will have to be a short one. Tax season has ended. What I miss most but also found the most exhausting were the conversations. All those talks with my cherished co-workers, with oh-so-much idle Continue reading Floating Yellow Kitchens
The creak of a rowboat. A splash of oars. My eyes flutter in the glare off shallow waves. Funneled through the inlet, pooling under the bridge, it’s the turn of the tide, when the air Continue reading The Perfect Day for Doom (A Dream)
Body: Body, here. What can I do for ya? Brain: I need simple carbs. Sugar, in fact. Yes, give me lots of sugar. Body: Can do, Boss Lady. But, I gotta be up front with Continue reading Body, here. What can I do for ya?
Dear Sirs and Madam: Here I’ve been, curled up on the couch, spying on the lawn, admiring the bushes and trees. What you might expect. Yes, it’s the same yard where the robin incident occurred, Continue reading The Lunacy of Time
It’s midafternoon and dark in here. An electric fan drones in the open window and funnels the summer heat through. The one on my right sits in an easy chair wrapped in a plaid robe. Continue reading Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)
Years ago my friend and I sat outside a café in the bright shine of early spring. “What were you thinking?” he said, a question he had not asked in months. We had been sitting Continue reading Years Ago My Friend and I