JUNE 11, 2012 4:38PM

Approaching Infinity


Nana and Papa came to visit once a year, in the spring, and stayed for precisely two weeks. They arrived from Florida calm and tanned and wrinkled with small souvenirs and hand knit checkered sweaters each finished with two  pom-poms that dangled from the neck.  Papa professed that N/Read full post »

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MAY 18, 2011 7:52AM

The Glass Slipper


By the time I was in 4th grade, I was a mistress of reverie.  He could be anywhere, I entertained - the dirty blonde head in front of me in chorus, singing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” or the lab partner with whom I gingerly dissected a fish.  Even Bradley, the/… Read full post »

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MAY 15, 2011 8:16PM

The Gardener


It all began when I caught my husband pruning the lilac bush with an electric saw. I protested, barely audible over the machine’s buzz, “What?” he shouted “I’m not cutting off any of the flowers!” upon which he reverted to his testosterone trance.  Eve… Read full post »

DECEMBER 28, 2010 11:59PM

Train to Florence

They drag on cigarettes and look blasé as they wait for the train on the platform.  One has spiked hair, the other broad shoulders.   I do not find them interesting, but they are people so I give them faintly more recognition than the concrete wall against which they lean. Read full post »

AUGUST 21, 2009 12:14AM

Why I'm a Danger to the Public

At the pottery studio there is a lot of talk about nothing and everything.  Things just get blurted out over the wedging board amid the drama of a room filled with 10 strangers.  Some sit at the wheel, some are at the sink, rinsing tools or refilling water.  I always seem/… Read full post »

JULY 30, 2009 1:23AM

God and Shoes

   I could always rely on Mrs. Lee’s shoes.  They sat outside her door, greeting me as I came and went.  They told a story of who was inside and what noises were to follow.  Early on in our years there, I gathered that shoes were not welcome in her apartment. IRead full post »