Posts Tagged: postaweek2011

It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!

It has been exactly one year since I started this blog.  Wow!  A whole year; how did that happen?  If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,

It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!

It has been exactly one year since I started this blog.  Wow!  A whole year; how did that happen?  If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,

safe to smile at strangers (chapter 23, part 2)

She’s outside kicking the wrought iron fence with her silver high tops when Robin walks up behind her.  “Good morning, mamselle.  Did we wake up on the wrong side this morning or did that fence try to sneak up on

safe to smile at strangers (chapter 23, part 2)

She’s outside kicking the wrought iron fence with her silver high tops when Robin walks up behind her.  “Good morning, mamselle.  Did we wake up on the wrong side this morning or did that fence try to sneak up on

the levee (chapter 23, part 1)

Eleanor knows the house is empty before she opens her eyes.  The air in her bedroom is so humid she thinks the world outside must be covered with water.  The levee must have burst.  The waves snuck in while she

the levee (chapter 23, part 1)

Eleanor knows the house is empty before she opens her eyes.  The air in her bedroom is so humid she thinks the world outside must be covered with water.  The levee must have burst.  The waves snuck in while she

Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)

I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog!  (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and

Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)

I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog!  (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and

Résumé (Because These Days, Who Can Afford A Wife?)

(The following is what happened when I sat down to write my résumé.) * Experience (See, Go Through, Undergo, Feel): You will have to come to my house to see evidence of what I have done since I quit my

Résumé (Because These Days, Who Can Afford A Wife?)

(The following is what happened when I sat down to write my résumé.) * Experience (See, Go Through, Undergo, Feel): You will have to come to my house to see evidence of what I have done since I quit my

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

the actor (chapter 21, part 3)

Wayne has a strict protocol for seeing a movie in the theater:  First, you must go on Monday or Tuesday night to avoid a crowd.  Maybe Wednesday but never, ever on the weekend.  Weekends are for amateurs.   Second, arrive exactly

the actor (chapter 21, part 3)

Wayne has a strict protocol for seeing a movie in the theater:  First, you must go on Monday or Tuesday night to avoid a crowd.  Maybe Wednesday but never, ever on the weekend.  Weekends are for amateurs.   Second, arrive exactly

take my breath away

(a la Betsy Lerner, because reading her blog always makes me feel better) Lately, every time I come across this word, my heart does a little herky-jerk:  Submission.  As in the thing a writer has to do if she ever

take my breath away

(a la Betsy Lerner, because reading her blog always makes me feel better) Lately, every time I come across this word, my heart does a little herky-jerk:  Submission.  As in the thing a writer has to do if she ever

comfort food (chapter 21, part 2)

They go to the beach, they go shopping.  One night, Victor cooks dinner.  Wayne doesn’t want to ask where the kid got the money to buy the food because he looks so damn proud of himself standing there with his

comfort food (chapter 21, part 2)

They go to the beach, they go shopping.  One night, Victor cooks dinner.  Wayne doesn’t want to ask where the kid got the money to buy the food because he looks so damn proud of himself standing there with his

the fourth dimension (chapter 21, part 1)

Wayne stops in the hallway outside his apartment with one ear pressed against the door.  He listens hungrily, savoring his imminent arrival into the vibration, into the hum and bump on the other side of the door.  It’s unlocked.  Victor

the fourth dimension (chapter 21, part 1)

Wayne stops in the hallway outside his apartment with one ear pressed against the door.  He listens hungrily, savoring his imminent arrival into the vibration, into the hum and bump on the other side of the door.  It’s unlocked.  Victor

Written All Over Your Face

Every time I read a book, I do it.  I know I shouldn’t, but I do.  I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author.  That

Written All Over Your Face

Every time I read a book, I do it.  I know I shouldn’t, but I do.  I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author.  That

beating back the elements (the 9th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)

wilderness=a place not looked after. We went for our annual vacation to a cabin on the Russian River, a moss green trickle that seems less like a river and more like a very long pond.  If I didn’t have kids,

beating back the elements (the 9th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)

wilderness=a place not looked after. We went for our annual vacation to a cabin on the Russian River, a moss green trickle that seems less like a river and more like a very long pond.  If I didn’t have kids,

a delicate exoskeleton (chapter 20, part 2)

After Lauren came Kitty and Madeline wearing white smocks, wheeling a cartful of delicate metal tools.   Mae walks straight from the shower to the sofa where for nearly two hours they knead and slather and rinse and pluck and pinch

a delicate exoskeleton (chapter 20, part 2)

After Lauren came Kitty and Madeline wearing white smocks, wheeling a cartful of delicate metal tools.   Mae walks straight from the shower to the sofa where for nearly two hours they knead and slather and rinse and pluck and pinch

glass balls tied in a rope; a found poem

I have just returned from an extended vacation with my family. It feels like some crazy mommy hijacked my body and took me for a joy ride. They finally found it abandoned by the side of the road and brought

glass balls tied in a rope; a found poem

I have just returned from an extended vacation with my family. It feels like some crazy mommy hijacked my body and took me for a joy ride. They finally found it abandoned by the side of the road and brought

maybe if someone pushed me (chapter 20, part 1)

Ants crawling all over a delicious morsel.  That’s what they were like: the trainer, the cosmetologist (or whatever you call the person who fiddles with your skin), the masseuse, the seamstress, the housecleaners, the various assistants and, it would be

maybe if someone pushed me (chapter 20, part 1)

Ants crawling all over a delicious morsel.  That’s what they were like: the trainer, the cosmetologist (or whatever you call the person who fiddles with your skin), the masseuse, the seamstress, the housecleaners, the various assistants and, it would be

train of thought

i. Especially on warm nights with the window cracked, I hear the trains.  That long moan pulls me out into the sultry, rippling air, over the city to jump onboard an empty boxcar, lean back, and let myself be taken.

train of thought

i. Especially on warm nights with the window cracked, I hear the trains.  That long moan pulls me out into the sultry, rippling air, over the city to jump onboard an empty boxcar, lean back, and let myself be taken.