First things first: My flash creative nonfiction piece A Fancy Department Store in Cleveland, 1970 is up at the The Disappointed Housewife. Here’s the beginning: A Fancy Department Store in Cleveland, 1970 We knew we didn’t belong, my sisters and me. We knew by the way the saleslady tightened her mouth, the edges of her lipstick… Read More Essay up at The Disappointed Housewife, and a busy week
I’ve been feeling a bit down. There is so much political bullshit screaming at me from all angles, so much lying and maneuvering and power grabbing, and then all of the #metoo revelations and then the backlash to the #metoo revelations, and then our elected officials acting so badly and so poorly, and whatever has… Read More New work up at Wild Violet, and a chicken with a sprained leg
I keep singing that song by Simon & Garfunkel (and later, redone by the Bangles, the version I prefer), A Hazy Shade of Winter. Most likely this is because we got a couple of more inches of snow this morning. And yes, it is beautiful, everything coated and soft. When evening comes (and it comes at… Read More Hazy shades of winter
It’s winter up here in Alaska and that means a little bit of daylight and a whole lot of darkness. But oh, the beauty of the twilight, of the blue and gray and silver shadows merging and blending. I just cannot get enough of them. Enjoy!
Seriously, pondering the meaning of life (or the meaning of dog biscuits) as she peers over the side of the bluff out by Point Woronzof. Ice floating in the inlet. I don’t know why I find this so beautiful, but I do. It’s the colors that do me in, the various shades of blues blending… Read More Two for Tuesday
We now have a dog, have I introduced you yet? Maybe I have, but here she is again. Say hello to Seriously. She isn’t our dog, we’re watching her for a friend of a friend. But she’s become our dog, in the way that a dog that you love always becomes your own. She fits… Read More Winter walk (or, why I love dogs)
I’m sitting at a desk pushed up against the window at the Alyeska Resort in Girdwood, looking out at the mountains as night slowly descends. Up here in Alaska, night creeps in softly, even in the winter, the twilight lingering until the sky turns a deep cobalt blue that slowly deepens and darkens. Even though… Read More Alaska writing vacation