Posts Tagged: kate chopin

movie star on the wall

(Note: “I” is an unknown writer and “Mae” is a famous movie star. I would like an interview with Mae, but Mae won’t return her calls.) I  stand in front of the mirror dripping on my apartment floor as I

movie star on the wall

(Note: “I” is an unknown writer and “Mae” is a famous movie star. I would like an interview with Mae, but Mae won’t return her calls.) I  stand in front of the mirror dripping on my apartment floor as I

unrecognizable (chapter 29, part 3)

If there was a lineup of body parts, could you pick your own ear out of the crowd?  Is that really your voice on that recording?  During an argument, did your lover swear you said something you didn’t?  Did you

unrecognizable (chapter 29, part 3)

If there was a lineup of body parts, could you pick your own ear out of the crowd?  Is that really your voice on that recording?  During an argument, did your lover swear you said something you didn’t?  Did you

there’s a leak somewhere (chapter 28)

For those who have not been following along, this is chapter 28 of my novel, What Would Water Do, which was inspired by the birth of my second daughter and Kate Chopin’s Awakening, a story about a woman torn between

there’s a leak somewhere (chapter 28)

For those who have not been following along, this is chapter 28 of my novel, What Would Water Do, which was inspired by the birth of my second daughter and Kate Chopin’s Awakening, a story about a woman torn between

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

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

what kind of water do you dream? (chap. 14, pt. 2)

         Earlier tonight they shot the scene where Robert invites everyone for a nighttime swim.  They all walked arm-in-arm down to the beach, white linen silhouettes under the wind-swept pines, the warm air scented with chamomile.  Everything

what kind of water do you dream? (chap. 14, pt. 2)

         Earlier tonight they shot the scene where Robert invites everyone for a nighttime swim.  They all walked arm-in-arm down to the beach, white linen silhouettes under the wind-swept pines, the warm air scented with chamomile.  Everything

her hands are not beautiful (part 1 of chapter 14)

    (photo courtesy Jo) The hunched, black-clothed form of Mademoiselle Reitz shuffles up to the piano, gives a haughty little bow and plops down on the bench.  Her hands are not beautiful;  they hang over the keys like frozen buzzards and

her hands are not beautiful (part 1 of chapter 14)

    (photo courtesy Jo) The hunched, black-clothed form of Mademoiselle Reitz shuffles up to the piano, gives a haughty little bow and plops down on the bench.  Her hands are not beautiful;  they hang over the keys like frozen buzzards and

awakenings

(photo courtesy Kay SusanneMC.  This post was inspired by Amy Krause Rosenberg and Herman Hesse.) * 1899 Kate Chopin publishes The Awakening, an amazing, ahead-of-its-time novel about a woman trying to negotiate the incongruent parts of her personality and live a full,

awakenings

(photo courtesy Kay SusanneMC.  This post was inspired by Amy Krause Rosenberg and Herman Hesse.) * 1899 Kate Chopin publishes The Awakening, an amazing, ahead-of-its-time novel about a woman trying to negotiate the incongruent parts of her personality and live a full,

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

the chorus speaks (chapter 10)

(photo by fotorosso on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) A week later, Drew is in the shower in her apartment when the phone rings.   She stands in front of the mirror dripping on the floor as she listens to the voicemail message: Hello,

the chorus speaks (chapter 10)

(photo by fotorosso on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) A week later, Drew is in the shower in her apartment when the phone rings.   She stands in front of the mirror dripping on the floor as she listens to the voicemail message: Hello,

making friends with red wine (chapter 7)

Drew orders another glass of wine while she waits on the restaurant’s patio. She doesn’t usually drink during the day but she’s nervous and her dress , Katherine Lilien’s pale yellow silk, is so tight she can hardly breathe. Wayne

making friends with red wine (chapter 7)

Drew orders another glass of wine while she waits on the restaurant’s patio. She doesn’t usually drink during the day but she’s nervous and her dress , Katherine Lilien’s pale yellow silk, is so tight she can hardly breathe. Wayne

complicated women (chapter 5)

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucy-locket/1557587455/in/faves-9231195@N08/ (photo by lucyshena on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucy-locket/)  On her way down the hallway toward her apartment she knocks on Wayne’s door. He pokes his head out as she is turning her key. “Hey! How’d it go?” “You’ll never look at me

complicated women (chapter 5)

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucy-locket/1557587455/in/faves-9231195@N08/ (photo by lucyshena on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucy-locket/)  On her way down the hallway toward her apartment she knocks on Wayne’s door. He pokes his head out as she is turning her key. “Hey! How’d it go?” “You’ll never look at me

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

crying on cue (chapter 4)

(photo by ::fotorosso:: on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) “My first impression is that you’re just too damn tan for the role.” Lang Westwood has her foot propped rudely up on the desk in front of her. It’s a real handmade boot made

crying on cue (chapter 4)

(photo by ::fotorosso:: on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) “My first impression is that you’re just too damn tan for the role.” Lang Westwood has her foot propped rudely up on the desk in front of her. It’s a real handmade boot made

preparing for a love scene (chapter 2)

(photo by nassau on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nassau/) There is no doorbell and no knocker, just the giant brass face of a lion roaring silently.   Drew glances back over her shoulder between the white columns at the stiff green lawn.  She is

preparing for a love scene (chapter 2)

(photo by nassau on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nassau/) There is no doorbell and no knocker, just the giant brass face of a lion roaring silently.   Drew glances back over her shoulder between the white columns at the stiff green lawn.  She is

What Would Water Do: Chapter 1

                  The hopeful writers who make up her weekly group all have day jobs, but they each take one night a week to resuscitate their little sparks of hope or talent.  This Wednesday the group meets at the Starbucks

What Would Water Do: Chapter 1

                  The hopeful writers who make up her weekly group all have day jobs, but they each take one night a week to resuscitate their little sparks of hope or talent.  This Wednesday the group meets at the Starbucks