Posts Tagged: girlinthehats
portrait of an artist as a young girl (chapter 12, part 2)
(photo by sissychrissy) For her first walk up the hill to Mae’s house, Drew doesn’t even need to put on shoes but she does, anyway, for the sake of appearance. Mae’s assistant Holly meets her at the door and hands
portrait of an artist as a young girl (chapter 12, part 2)
(photo by sissychrissy) For her first walk up the hill to Mae’s house, Drew doesn’t even need to put on shoes but she does, anyway, for the sake of appearance. Mae’s assistant Holly meets her at the door and hands
catfish
(photo by placeinsun) They called it a porch, even though it had four walls and a roof like any other room. Ever since Virginia died, he said, he preferred to sleep on the porch, and by the way he shrugged
catfish
(photo by placeinsun) They called it a porch, even though it had four walls and a roof like any other room. Ever since Virginia died, he said, he preferred to sleep on the porch, and by the way he shrugged
Fuck You Delta Airlines, You Fucking Fuckers.
It was way past bedtime when we finally got home. I put our girls to bed while John called to locate our missing bags and I was almost asleep when he finally came to bed looking grim. Apparently, because we
Fuck You Delta Airlines, You Fucking Fuckers.
It was way past bedtime when we finally got home. I put our girls to bed while John called to locate our missing bags and I was almost asleep when he finally came to bed looking grim. Apparently, because we
how to make a grown woman cry
(photo by plumpvegan@flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/plumpvegan/) With adoration and gratitude for Jose Saramago (November16, 1922–June 18, 2010), on his birthday. Sometimes, when I’m reading a really, really good book and I get to that part where plotlines converge or characters come together
how to make a grown woman cry
(photo by plumpvegan@flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/plumpvegan/) With adoration and gratitude for Jose Saramago (November16, 1922–June 18, 2010), on his birthday. Sometimes, when I’m reading a really, really good book and I get to that part where plotlines converge or characters come together
hangin’ in the closet
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about closets, both literal and metaphorical. Probably because I started a blog. Writing a blog feels like standing on a subway grate with
hangin’ in the closet
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about closets, both literal and metaphorical. Probably because I started a blog. Writing a blog feels like standing on a subway grate with
