Posts Tagged: making friends
closer (#18)
We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb. There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he
closer (#18)
We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb. There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he
making friends, with crows (fourth installment)
(photo courtesy Rob Hernandez) I heard through the grapevine: apparently, I have competition for the crows’ affection. A neighborhood woman wearing a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over her head was spotted throwing food out into the street the
making friends, with crows (fourth installment)
(photo courtesy Rob Hernandez) I heard through the grapevine: apparently, I have competition for the crows’ affection. A neighborhood woman wearing a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over her head was spotted throwing food out into the street the
looking good (chapter 13)
(photo courtesy Adam Millet) While Wayne was getting ready to go out, the cat had showed up again, just waltzed right in like it lived there. Wayne had left the front door of his apartment ajar to catch a cross
looking good (chapter 13)
(photo courtesy Adam Millet) While Wayne was getting ready to go out, the cat had showed up again, just waltzed right in like it lived there. Wayne had left the front door of his apartment ajar to catch a cross
picking cherries (in honor of v day)
(photo courtesy Sea Moon) It was a special occasion. It was the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a facial,” he said—“my sister says they’re fun.” What
picking cherries (in honor of v day)
(photo courtesy Sea Moon) It was a special occasion. It was the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a facial,” he said—“my sister says they’re fun.” What
still trying to make friends with crows (third installment)
(photo courtesy John Kay) Turns out, it’s not that easy to make friends with a crow. Crows are reclusive, skittish, and not easily wooed (adjectives which my friends will tell you also apply to me). If I was a birdwatcher
still trying to make friends with crows (third installment)
(photo courtesy John Kay) Turns out, it’s not that easy to make friends with a crow. Crows are reclusive, skittish, and not easily wooed (adjectives which my friends will tell you also apply to me). If I was a birdwatcher
freedom house
(photo by yistergirl) It was a mammoth Victorian, dingy white, with exes of tape on the windows, three stories plus a basement and an attic no one ever visited. It sat on a line of newer, smaller houses that repeated
freedom house
(photo by yistergirl) It was a mammoth Victorian, dingy white, with exes of tape on the windows, three stories plus a basement and an attic no one ever visited. It sat on a line of newer, smaller houses that repeated
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
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,
guilt and trashy magazines (chapter 9)
Wayne slides one admiring hand across the Lilien’s antique maple liquor cabinet and swings the doors open: “Ta dah!” “That’s a lot of booze.” “Here’s a forty-year-old bottle. Want a taste?” “No thanks.” Drew is still woozy from her lunch
guilt and trashy magazines (chapter 9)
Wayne slides one admiring hand across the Lilien’s antique maple liquor cabinet and swings the doors open: “Ta dah!” “That’s a lot of booze.” “Here’s a forty-year-old bottle. Want a taste?” “No thanks.” Drew is still woozy from her lunch
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
girl in the hat 