Monthly Archives: November 2013

b ~ I do not think that they will sing to me.

  This morning I am baking and listening to a CD. When I hear Bryan Adams’s voice singing about loving someone, I get a chill. I remember that concert and the boy who took me. The boy who decided not

b ~ I do not think that they will sing to me.

  This morning I am baking and listening to a CD. When I hear Bryan Adams’s voice singing about loving someone, I get a chill. I remember that concert and the boy who took me. The boy who decided not

a ~ I do not think that they will sing to me.

The receptionist at the office I work at (I’m still trying to transition out of that job) used to live in poverty. She still lives in poverty according to most calculations, but she has a job and an apartment and

a ~ I do not think that they will sing to me.

The receptionist at the office I work at (I’m still trying to transition out of that job) used to live in poverty. She still lives in poverty according to most calculations, but she has a job and an apartment and

b ~ I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

‘So I put down the phone and drove down to the coffee house in which I was writing the book, filled my pen and carried on writing. One word after another. That’s the only way that novels get written and, short of

b ~ I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

‘So I put down the phone and drove down to the coffee house in which I was writing the book, filled my pen and carried on writing. One word after another. That’s the only way that novels get written and, short of

a ~ I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I just spent quite a while writing about how I and my childhood best friend who is now sick with cancer used to play we were mermaids in shallow bowls on the beach, our gills evident under long, shining hair.

a ~ I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I just spent quite a while writing about how I and my childhood best friend who is now sick with cancer used to play we were mermaids in shallow bowls on the beach, our gills evident under long, shining hair.

a ~ I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

Saturday morning. Two boys are already ensconced in Wolf Quest on the Big Computer, and the other boy is still asleep in The Cave, which is good, because last night I thought his face was going to melt he was

a ~ I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

Saturday morning. Two boys are already ensconced in Wolf Quest on the Big Computer, and the other boy is still asleep in The Cave, which is good, because last night I thought his face was going to melt he was

b ~ I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

Each year my family and I try to make several pilgrimages to the beach. Somehow I am the truest version of myself when I am standing alone on the sand with only the waves a witness. They have seen me happy and joyful,

b ~ I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

Each year my family and I try to make several pilgrimages to the beach. Somehow I am the truest version of myself when I am standing alone on the sand with only the waves a witness. They have seen me happy and joyful,

a ~ Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

My oldest boy is adept at finding aloneness, even in a family filled with boys. He is the one who disappears, who can be found, if we were to search, which we don’t, far on the edge of the property,

a ~ Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

My oldest boy is adept at finding aloneness, even in a family filled with boys. He is the one who disappears, who can be found, if we were to search, which we don’t, far on the edge of the property,