Posts Tagged: Anna Fonte
The Orange Cat
“A strange cat was in our kitchen when we got home from the store,” Kate says. She puts three glasses of water on the table and goes to help Josie, who keeps squirming off her chair. “I was worried we’d
The Orange Cat
“A strange cat was in our kitchen when we got home from the store,” Kate says. She puts three glasses of water on the table and goes to help Josie, who keeps squirming off her chair. “I was worried we’d
Disturbance
The bass thumps so loud and hard that the half-open bathroom window rattles in time. It opens to a backyard packed with people writhing and bouncing on a makeshift dance floor under festoons of lights and a painted black sky.
Disturbance
The bass thumps so loud and hard that the half-open bathroom window rattles in time. It opens to a backyard packed with people writhing and bouncing on a makeshift dance floor under festoons of lights and a painted black sky.
Personals
When Jo was hired to run the personals section of the local weekly newspaper, she bragged to friends that it was almost better than sex. Every day she’d stop at the café at the corner of Throckmorton and Blithedale for
Personals
When Jo was hired to run the personals section of the local weekly newspaper, she bragged to friends that it was almost better than sex. Every day she’d stop at the café at the corner of Throckmorton and Blithedale for
Teaching Rape
The first day of the first time I taught Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov to an AP English class at Berkeley High School, I stood in front of the room reading chapter one aloud, the one that starts
Teaching Rape
The first day of the first time I taught Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov to an AP English class at Berkeley High School, I stood in front of the room reading chapter one aloud, the one that starts
LA ==> SF
Charlotte takes one hand off the steering wheel to slide her sunglasses down her nose. “Light a cigarette, would you?” “Did you bring any?” asks Leigh. “Of course not. You know I don’t smoke.” Leigh lights the cigarette and hands
LA ==> SF
Charlotte takes one hand off the steering wheel to slide her sunglasses down her nose. “Light a cigarette, would you?” “Did you bring any?” asks Leigh. “Of course not. You know I don’t smoke.” Leigh lights the cigarette and hands
merry and sad
I love it when the snow starts falling on my blog. Here are some scenes that fit perfectly with the falling snow, to get you into the silent snowy night mood. If you pause here for a moment, the snow
merry and sad
I love it when the snow starts falling on my blog. Here are some scenes that fit perfectly with the falling snow, to get you into the silent snowy night mood. If you pause here for a moment, the snow
breadcrumbs
In the book I’m reading, I come across this passage: There is the old story of Somerset Maugham reading Proust while crossing the desert by camel, and to lighten his load he tore out each page after reading both sides
breadcrumbs
In the book I’m reading, I come across this passage: There is the old story of Somerset Maugham reading Proust while crossing the desert by camel, and to lighten his load he tore out each page after reading both sides
second person
In a writing class recently, we experimented with first and second person. Why not third? I don’t know, since it’s my favorite. To me, first person is sometimes too personal, and second is just too presumptuous, but third lets me
second person
In a writing class recently, we experimented with first and second person. Why not third? I don’t know, since it’s my favorite. To me, first person is sometimes too personal, and second is just too presumptuous, but third lets me
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
girl in the hat 