I once read somewhere that when you’re depressed, you write better. This kinda makes sense to me. When you’re depressed you find shadows, irony, pain – everywhere. Your inner voice shouts at you over small things no one else notices. Writing helps quiet it down. There have been times when I’ve literally sat at the… Read More Just Hanging with the Surface Dwellers
I need to get off the laptop because after visiting the beautiful and gracious homes of my two dear friends, I realized that while I’ve been messing around blogging, our house has turned to squalor. When I came home from vacation, my feet stuck to the kitchen floor, new cob webs had multiplied in the… Read More A Dirty Re-entry
I’m on vacation with my family and I’m in the lobby of the hotel waiting for them to shower. I found a computer with free internet service so I thought I’d steal a minute to check in and report my favorite quote from vacation so far. After a long weekend in Farmington, CT we drove… Read More Boston
My week in 10 questions (am I really supposed to answer these?): 1. Mommy, you’re not going to throw away this sponge are you? I love this sponge (holding the dirty, kitchen sponge up to her cheek, caressing it). Please pinky-promise me you will not throw away this sponge. 2. What? You’re getting a new… Read More Um, No?
My mother lives in a small house with a bright yellow kitchen. From every window you can look out and see nowhere, because that’s where my mother lives — in the middle of nowhere. If you’ve ever driven down a country highway and seen a small house on a vast piece of land and wondered… Read More Going Nowhere
Small Town. Small Times. 