Author Archives: girl in the hat
cranky
I’m learning a lot at my new job. The other day when I answered the phone, a haughty voice introduced herself (So-and-So, author of such-and-such published by BigPublishingHouse) and asked to speak to the store’s buyer. I put her on
form follows function
When writing about one’s life, the urge is to move chronologically, plodding from one place to the next, adding layers of experience and wisdom: and then, and then, and then, conveyed by the hope that somehow, if I put it
form follows function
When writing about one’s life, the urge is to move chronologically, plodding from one place to the next, adding layers of experience and wisdom: and then, and then, and then, conveyed by the hope that somehow, if I put it
troy
I’m lurking in the shadow on the north side of the Mill Valley Middle School, as far away as possible from the playing field and paved quad where most kids hang out. I’m sitting on a weedy planter made of
troy
I’m lurking in the shadow on the north side of the Mill Valley Middle School, as far away as possible from the playing field and paved quad where most kids hang out. I’m sitting on a weedy planter made of
freeway
Sometimes I’m driving my car on the freeway and it hits me: one spacy moment, a hiccup, a tic, and I’m a goner. The freeway lane is what–maybe twelve feet wide? Twelve feet of cement for me and my car,
father figure
father figure (you can’t forget what you never knew) * When my oldest daughter turned 12, my father took her out to dinner for her birthday. He had never done that before (they’d never been anywhere without me before) and
father figure
father figure (you can’t forget what you never knew) * When my oldest daughter turned 12, my father took her out to dinner for her birthday. He had never done that before (they’d never been anywhere without me before) and
paper planes
When I was about 10 years old, I discovered a new state of mind. Or at least it was new to me. My mom, her boyfriend Tim, my brother Johnny and I were on a road trip in the Chevy
paper planes
When I was about 10 years old, I discovered a new state of mind. Or at least it was new to me. My mom, her boyfriend Tim, my brother Johnny and I were on a road trip in the Chevy
please say it for me please
I Go Back to May 1937 BY SHARON OLDS I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood
please say it for me please
I Go Back to May 1937 BY SHARON OLDS I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood
pinky finger
The good news: I’m getting the hang of this work thing. Since I started my full-time job, my kids don’t seem to miss me as much as I imagined they would. (!!!) Of course my man is still home to
pinky finger
The good news: I’m getting the hang of this work thing. Since I started my full-time job, my kids don’t seem to miss me as much as I imagined they would. (!!!) Of course my man is still home to
my mother/myself
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: I hope not. The mothers in your
my mother/myself
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: I hope not. The mothers in your
bird watching
bird watching by Anna Fonté The word observation can mean both attention and devotion, as if watching is both a scientific and a spiritual practice, as if there were a fascial connection between eye, heart, and beyond. I see some
bird watching
bird watching by Anna Fonté The word observation can mean both attention and devotion, as if watching is both a scientific and a spiritual practice, as if there were a fascial connection between eye, heart, and beyond. I see some
beautiful things
(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one
beautiful things
(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one
the art of trust
When I start to worry about how I’ll survive or how I’ll be able to keep writing or what kind of world we live in, along comes Amanda Palmer to twist it all on its ear. Amanda says it’s okay
the art of trust
When I start to worry about how I’ll survive or how I’ll be able to keep writing or what kind of world we live in, along comes Amanda Palmer to twist it all on its ear. Amanda says it’s okay
bodies i have known
(body talk #11) Bodies I have known: let’s start with the women. My grandmother Helen was born in 1906, but she was always old. She was old the way people in old photographs look old — the shape of her
bodies i have known
(body talk #11) Bodies I have known: let’s start with the women. My grandmother Helen was born in 1906, but she was always old. She was old the way people in old photographs look old — the shape of her
shifting
I have just been hired by the independent bookstore down the street where I will be supervising and organizing author events. I get to fondle, sniff, and chat about books all day. I’ll meet authors and help them sell books.
hands
(body talk #10) Wikipedia says that while the clitoris has “8,000 sensory nerve endings – more than any other part of the human body,” fingertips have approximately 2,500 nerve endings for every 2 square centimeters and that they “contain some
hands
(body talk #10) Wikipedia says that while the clitoris has “8,000 sensory nerve endings – more than any other part of the human body,” fingertips have approximately 2,500 nerve endings for every 2 square centimeters and that they “contain some
orgasm
(body talk #9) I want to write about orgasm, but the words keep squirming on the page. I write something and it flops around making sad wet noises, looking for someplace to hide. I can write about orgasm fictitiously, hypothetically,
orgasm
(body talk #9) I want to write about orgasm, but the words keep squirming on the page. I write something and it flops around making sad wet noises, looking for someplace to hide. I can write about orgasm fictitiously, hypothetically,
