Posts Tagged: postaweek2011

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goodbye & thanks to 2011

Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do

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goodbye & thanks to 2011

Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do

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he needs me (chapter 27, part 1)

It was Isabelle’s turn in writing group this week.  She brought the final scene of her epic Greek erotic adventure in which all the characters come together for a final glorious orgy in the underworld, the penultimate happy ending.  But

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he needs me (chapter 27, part 1)

It was Isabelle’s turn in writing group this week.  She brought the final scene of her epic Greek erotic adventure in which all the characters come together for a final glorious orgy in the underworld, the penultimate happy ending.  But

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yes (chapter 26, part 2)

When Lang opens the bedroom door, Eleanor is asleep with a smile on her face.    Eleanor’s face with a man and a smile.   Lang stands there gripping the doorknob, registering the small details that construct a larger impression: 

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yes (chapter 26, part 2)

When Lang opens the bedroom door, Eleanor is asleep with a smile on her face.    Eleanor’s face with a man and a smile.   Lang stands there gripping the doorknob, registering the small details that construct a larger impression: 

walnut scene

Enormous Tree

Every year, the Christmas tree gets bigger. When our first daughter was born we got our first tree, a small one we decorated with jewelry and other shiny household whatnots since we didn’t own any ornaments. We didn’t even know

walnut scene

Enormous Tree

Every year, the Christmas tree gets bigger. When our first daughter was born we got our first tree, a small one we decorated with jewelry and other shiny household whatnots since we didn’t own any ornaments. We didn’t even know

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Retrograde

* I’m stuck at 7:37; my watch battery croaked.  One of the damn burners on the stove won’t light. When I (finally!) put the pumpkins in the compost, it knocked the shut-off valve for the gas line to the house

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Retrograde

* I’m stuck at 7:37; my watch battery croaked.  One of the damn burners on the stove won’t light. When I (finally!) put the pumpkins in the compost, it knocked the shut-off valve for the gas line to the house

swamp creature

The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)

I am a Northern Californian.  Berkeley is in my bones.  I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate.  I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees.  I like people who care enough to

swamp creature

The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)

I am a Northern Californian.  Berkeley is in my bones.  I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate.  I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees.  I like people who care enough to

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hide and seek (chapter 26, part 1)

* It was the quietest part of the night, when even the insects had succumbed to silence.  The long black silk robe Eleanor wore brushed each step as she descended the grand curving staircase toward the front door.  Robin watched

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hide and seek (chapter 26, part 1)

* It was the quietest part of the night, when even the insects had succumbed to silence.  The long black silk robe Eleanor wore brushed each step as she descended the grand curving staircase toward the front door.  Robin watched

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thankful for music

Greetings and happy turkey day to you from the Big Easy!  I’m out here for the holiday, stumbling from one spectacle to the next, eating like crazy and getting down (and trying to get back up again).  No time to

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thankful for music

Greetings and happy turkey day to you from the Big Easy!  I’m out here for the holiday, stumbling from one spectacle to the next, eating like crazy and getting down (and trying to get back up again).  No time to

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one is the oneliest number (chapter 25, part 2)

… Lang makes notes to draw this out for a few more moments in order to fully underscore their physical and psychological distance.  The music bridges over to the next montage that begins with Edna sitting on the patio in

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one is the oneliest number (chapter 25, part 2)

… Lang makes notes to draw this out for a few more moments in order to fully underscore their physical and psychological distance.  The music bridges over to the next montage that begins with Edna sitting on the patio in

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how to make a grown woman cry (happy birthday, Jose Saramago)

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * With adoration and gratitude for Jose Saramago (November16, 1922–June 18, 2010), on his birthday:   Sometimes, when I’m reading a really,

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how to make a grown woman cry (happy birthday, Jose Saramago)

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * With adoration and gratitude for Jose Saramago (November16, 1922–June 18, 2010), on his birthday:   Sometimes, when I’m reading a really,

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tweaking (chapter 25, part 1)

If this seems confusing, maybe it’s because you haven’t read what came before.  This is the 25th chapter of What Would Water Do, a novel.  To begin at the start, click here.  I also write short stories, personal essays, and

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tweaking (chapter 25, part 1)

If this seems confusing, maybe it’s because you haven’t read what came before.  This is the 25th chapter of What Would Water Do, a novel.  To begin at the start, click here.  I also write short stories, personal essays, and

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swimming in light (chapter 24)

This is the 24th chapter of What Would Water Do, a novel.  To begin at the start, click here. * Mae meets Drew at the front door and pulls her down the hall to the living room where the painting

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swimming in light (chapter 24)

This is the 24th chapter of What Would Water Do, a novel.  To begin at the start, click here. * Mae meets Drew at the front door and pulls her down the hall to the living room where the painting

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Ten Things About Crows

It’s been a year since I began trying to make friends with the crows in my neighborhood and I think I’ve finally done it.  So, for this 10th installment of my foray into the world of crows, I’ve written an

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Ten Things About Crows

It’s been a year since I began trying to make friends with the crows in my neighborhood and I think I’ve finally done it.  So, for this 10th installment of my foray into the world of crows, I’ve written an

grey gardens

know it all (chapter 23, part 3)

* They turn left on Esplanade Avenue.  Behind a high wall, through a patio thick with banana trees and yellow blossoms he ushers her into the little iron door and up the stairs to the room where the lady sits

grey gardens

know it all (chapter 23, part 3)

* They turn left on Esplanade Avenue.  Behind a high wall, through a patio thick with banana trees and yellow blossoms he ushers her into the little iron door and up the stairs to the room where the lady sits

freedom house

There’s nothing like a haunted house.  Have you ever seen a real ghost? It wasn’t so scary after you’d lived there for awhile.  It was a mammoth Victorian, dingy white, with exes of tape on the windows, three stories plus

freedom house

There’s nothing like a haunted house.  Have you ever seen a real ghost? It wasn’t so scary after you’d lived there for awhile.  It was a mammoth Victorian, dingy white, with exes of tape on the windows, three stories plus

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Down River

(For Susan) “How long’ll you be staying?” The campsite host pressed his palms on either side of her mother’s window.  His eyes moseyed around the interior of the car, from the sleeping bags and boxes of food to Aster in

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Down River

(For Susan) “How long’ll you be staying?” The campsite host pressed his palms on either side of her mother’s window.  His eyes moseyed around the interior of the car, from the sleeping bags and boxes of food to Aster in