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Grizzly Peak

“It’s getting really late so we should go soon.” “I’m almost ready, mom.” “I don’t know where Megan lives, so you’ll have to be the navigator.” “I said okay.” I stand at the open door watching my daughter stuffing things

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Grizzly Peak

“It’s getting really late so we should go soon.” “I’m almost ready, mom.” “I don’t know where Megan lives, so you’ll have to be the navigator.” “I said okay.” I stand at the open door watching my daughter stuffing things

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the hierarchy of desire

At table 8, she introduces herself (I am your hole-filler, your anonymous food-bringer, faceless feeder), takes their order, and scoots back to the kitchen where her boss, Mulholland, is waiting by the door. His lips are pursed, but he’s not asking for a kiss. “Full hands in, full hands out,” he reminds her, and his eyes inspect her so thoroughly it feels surgical.

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the hierarchy of desire

At table 8, she introduces herself (I am your hole-filler, your anonymous food-bringer, faceless feeder), takes their order, and scoots back to the kitchen where her boss, Mulholland, is waiting by the door. His lips are pursed, but he’s not asking for a kiss. “Full hands in, full hands out,” he reminds her, and his eyes inspect her so thoroughly it feels surgical.

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redux

First: I keep working like a maniac, thinking I’m making time to write at week’s end, but that time never happens.  By Friday, my time is stale and moth-eaten and stuffed full of dirty laundry so starting next week, I’m going

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redux

First: I keep working like a maniac, thinking I’m making time to write at week’s end, but that time never happens.  By Friday, my time is stale and moth-eaten and stuffed full of dirty laundry so starting next week, I’m going

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feather, finger, pen

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. We went to pick up my daughter Gwyn from elementary school and then to a café where he treated her to a hot chocolate. Gwyn sits in her chair, swinging

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feather, finger, pen

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. We went to pick up my daughter Gwyn from elementary school and then to a café where he treated her to a hot chocolate. Gwyn sits in her chair, swinging

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brief vacation

                                                                Day 1 I feel funny in a bathing suit.

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brief vacation

                                                                Day 1 I feel funny in a bathing suit.

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Where the hell have I been?

Working at my new job. Funny how part time takes all your time, right? Doing the summertime juggle: keeping two under-scheduled children in the air for 98 hours a week. (Wheeee!) (How does she do it?) Just got back from

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Where the hell have I been?

Working at my new job. Funny how part time takes all your time, right? Doing the summertime juggle: keeping two under-scheduled children in the air for 98 hours a week. (Wheeee!) (How does she do it?) Just got back from

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listing towards something

WordPress invited me to host a weekly writing challenge on their site. Since I’ve been doing a lot of lists lately, I designed a writing prompt called Listing Toward Something about lists (which have a bad rep, which are only as

(image courtesy Sarah)

listing towards something

WordPress invited me to host a weekly writing challenge on their site. Since I’ve been doing a lot of lists lately, I designed a writing prompt called Listing Toward Something about lists (which have a bad rep, which are only as

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Things You’re Not Supposed to Say out Loud (a Long List)

John teases me relentlessly, but I do it anyway: before we go out to a party or any other place where I might find myself face-to-face with people I don’t know (PIDK), I make a list of things to talk

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Things You’re Not Supposed to Say out Loud (a Long List)

John teases me relentlessly, but I do it anyway: before we go out to a party or any other place where I might find myself face-to-face with people I don’t know (PIDK), I make a list of things to talk

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my mother/myself

Originally posted on girl in the hat:
Conversation after my mother read my first novel: Me: So, what did you think? Mom: I don’t like the mother. She made me feel bad. Me: Not all mothers are you, mom. Mom:…

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my mother/myself

Originally posted on girl in the hat:
Conversation after my mother read my first novel: Me: So, what did you think? Mom: I don’t like the mother. She made me feel bad. Me: Not all mothers are you, mom. Mom:…

vivian's box

finding vivian maier

The other day, I stole some time and took myself to see Finding Vivian Maier, a now-playing documentary about a stunningly talented street photographer whose body of work was discovered at an auction near the end of her life, when

vivian's box

finding vivian maier

The other day, I stole some time and took myself to see Finding Vivian Maier, a now-playing documentary about a stunningly talented street photographer whose body of work was discovered at an auction near the end of her life, when

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Barrington Hall

The noise was big enough to bust through the front door of my apartment building, stomp down the long, dark hall, pound up two dusty carpeted flights of stairs, and wedge itself under the door of my studio apartment. It

(image courtesy Paris O'Donnell)

Barrington Hall

The noise was big enough to bust through the front door of my apartment building, stomp down the long, dark hall, pound up two dusty carpeted flights of stairs, and wedge itself under the door of my studio apartment. It

(image courtesy Nacho Cuevas)

spoken

  Do you like the sound of your own voice? Most don’t. I don’t. I think I sound like a little baby sucking her thumb, but I did this anyway. My man and I played around with a poem I wrote.

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spoken

  Do you like the sound of your own voice? Most don’t. I don’t. I think I sound like a little baby sucking her thumb, but I did this anyway. My man and I played around with a poem I wrote.

(image courtesy Suzie Cichy)

time bomb

The other day in my writing group we had an interesting discussion about embarrassment, one I’m surprised we hadn’t had before considering the fact that if you have a group, those are the people who will see your writing at

(image courtesy Suzie Cichy)

time bomb

The other day in my writing group we had an interesting discussion about embarrassment, one I’m surprised we hadn’t had before considering the fact that if you have a group, those are the people who will see your writing at

(image courtesy Anthony Shea)

drinking game

how to play: drink a shot every time you hear a number. 1. maybe your childhood was what they call normal or maybe not but either way 2. you turned out fine, at least you looked as fine as most young

(image courtesy Anthony Shea)

drinking game

how to play: drink a shot every time you hear a number. 1. maybe your childhood was what they call normal or maybe not but either way 2. you turned out fine, at least you looked as fine as most young

(image courtesy Mike Seamon)

how to get there

  Directions to my houseboat: 1.  Drive to Marin County, California, which has one of the highest incomes per capita in the United States but forget about that, you won’t need your wallet where you’re going. Huddled between the highway

(image courtesy Mike Seamon)

how to get there

  Directions to my houseboat: 1.  Drive to Marin County, California, which has one of the highest incomes per capita in the United States but forget about that, you won’t need your wallet where you’re going. Huddled between the highway

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yellow wallpaper

On the home tour, John and I stood holding hands, looking at a wall covered in splotches and splatters of plaster so thick and knubby it cast shadows in the late afternoon light. “What is that?” I wondered. “Did something

yellow wallpaper 1

yellow wallpaper

On the home tour, John and I stood holding hands, looking at a wall covered in splotches and splatters of plaster so thick and knubby it cast shadows in the late afternoon light. “What is that?” I wondered. “Did something