One day when I was 45, wearing an expensive equivalent of a Mumu (a linen sack minus the pineapples and war canoes), I went back to therapy. I said, “Help me make a graceful transition into middle age.” (Okay, so I was running a little late.) He looked at me like I had grown a […]
“I have been told that I have elegant feet,” he said picking her up for their third date. She had swallowed, tantalized, thinking about those feet. The imagined feet plagued her through the entire night – while he was driving the car, scrounging through the CD store, eating at the upscale restaurant, while playing word […]
“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms … “ (The opening words of “You Will Hear Thunder” by Anna Akhmatova) Two events have me wondering about my writer’s soul. I am creating a working definition based upon the importance of truthful observation and expression in all its shades of black […]
“Blow and suck!” “What?” I said, red in the face and dripping sweat from exertion. “I said, blow and suck.” She wasn’t red in the face. She wasn’t breaking a sweat. Things were happening on her end. “Are you sure?” I asked as I caught my breath. “Yes.” She said demonstrating easily. No panting. No […]
First thing, I wanted to say thank you for all the lovely personal responses to my last blog. It was frighteningly vulnerable to write such a very personal narrative of what happened the night of Rod’s death. Each communication – the comments, the personal emails, the phone calls, and the precious spoken words – means […]