well, the madness has started. and i have unreasonably driven myself a little bit loco about the writing process. i started my novel on november 1st and promptly discarded it as trash november 2nd. which meant that on november 3rd i had all of 773 words written of something i kind of sort of liked….
Tag: prose
midnight train rides, honey wine, africans and my bastard nose
the last time i drank an entire bottle of honey wine was on the train between verona and florence. i was headed back to the villa from visiting my uncle and his family. after a weekend away i wasn’t quite sure what felt more like home, my uncle’s off base apartment or the villa with…
mr. lindsay’s boy albert
my grandfather is still on my mind. i remember a story he told often about what it was like meeting his own father for the very first time when he was 27 years old. he was born in 1919 so when he met his father in 1946 he had already worked for nearly 20 years…
in his words…how my grandfather remembered his mother
my father‘s father was an orphan. his mother died when he was only 3 years old. he was raised by his uncle and his wife. he was born in 1919 and his life was unimaginable. he was schooled until the 3rd grade and then sent into the coal mines to work. he used to tell…
on choice
i am never able to resist yellow or purple flowers. each time i see them either on the side of the road or sprouting up through cracks in the sidewalk i feel compelled to stop and admire them. i am also a great admirer of sunrises and sunsets and changing fall leaves and sprouting buds…
Trust to Faith as Rain to the Rainbow
As much as we want to make trust about what has been done to for about and by us…as much as we would like to redirect the responsibility onto others and wait in shadows for them to prove our theories of the world as safe versus the world as not safe…I contend that trust and…
Besides being a Mom, what do you do?
I get asked this a lot I think people feel sorry for me Living this singular life The one apparently left behind I’ve spent a lot of time and quite a few dollars trying to answer it Believing that somehow my life must be lacking Why else would I be so invested in Yo Gabba…
life without credit…there are worst things
here’s the thing i’m an american. i’m an american without a usable credit card. and to be honest i’m beginning to wonder if maybe that makes me less of an american than the american i was before when i was the proud carrier of multiple low interest high privilege cards of credit. i’m inconvenienced. alot….
alzheimers…a memory bestowed
my grandmother was an alzheimer’s patient. before that she was a mother of the church. before that she was grandmother to seventeen grandchildren. before that she was a sunday school teacher. before that she was the children’s choir director. before that she was an officer in the missionary program. before that she taught others how…
Weight Watchers Drop-out Works to Redeem Herself
I have lost 25 pounds six times over six years not including the one year where I lost 30. Each time I believed I was dieting for the ‘right’ reasons. I believed that ‘this time I’m going for the goal.’ Each time I lost the weight and I put it back on plus a few…
fearfree living 