- Boulder, Colorado,
- February 13
- Trying to say something, not sure what.
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notes, exactly. And the song,
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such bravery to be
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dressed in hope.”
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Such write such lovely things.
October 31, 2012 06:46PM
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We were both seventeen, both the eldest child in our respective families and both careering towards one another with a kind of cosmic momentum that we were at first quite unaware of.
This groundbreaking interview took place over three days on the careworn green sofa in the livingroom of the home where GW lives and writes. The interviewer is the esteemed Salman Rushdie. The following is a gently edited version.
Interviewer: You were about to tell us when you started to… Read full post »
I didn't want to do this. She forced me. She said 'that piece of crap house' again. I thought she was talking to me. I thought she was calling my name, challenging me. So here I am.
Above is my piece of even crappier house. This was the one we could… Read full post »
I have been trying not to think about it. I can forget everything else, but this, this just keeps on cycling round and round my brain. Sometimes it seems to be the only thing there. What if? What if I? No I won’t finish the thought. I am full of fear.… Read full post »
My dad is sitting there in the dark, still, absolutely still, like a part of the furniture. I don’t see him at first. I’m trying to feel my way without banging into anything. It’s late and I don’t want to wake anyone.
I don’t know what makes me stare into… Read full post »
Scenes From A Long Marriage -- Part 3
When you’re young you’re more immortal right; immortality measured on a continuum from bulletproof to just a tinge.
I thought so when I got the job: get thee on a very exclusive safari for 7 days. Take thee upon thy nubile… Read full post »
I have thought about what an empty house feels like, when it has been full. Like an empty stomach, growling in places. There is such a silence.
It made me think of emptiness, this feeling. I didn’t want to. It was enough that I was being in it without… Read full post »
Here’s what I told my daughter about Thailand.
It smells of jasmine, I said. Dreamily.
Mom, she said, three months later when we met at her uncle’s expat compound in Bangkok,
“It smells of poop”.
Thailand: poop and jasmine. It took awhile to process that. I’m embarras… Read full post »
Running Away…And Towards A Wedding
We tried dancing, but we both led. This meant we needed a morning wedding where everyone stayed in their seats, a sort of garden party with the kind of restrained sophistication that… Read full post »
I’m trying to conjure visions of Halong Bay hundreds of years ago, even decades, before tourism got it. I think I glimpsed it tonight when we motored way beyond the madding crowd and floated, blessedly alone, past island after fantastical island thick with green and secrets.
I could st… Read full post »
When everything was fixed. See miniscule ring on wedding finger.
In the beginning…
I’m 52, I’ve been married since I was 20, same man, same marriage, same me. I got married five years after we fell in love despite my parents’ outspoken objections and despite th… Read full post »
Repost (by request)
Parents. We all had them. I was born to a pair myself. I came from a conventional family, whatever that is. My dad, a journalist, devoted himself to his work and my mother concentrated on bringing up what she thought of as three budding “Shirley Temples”.
We… Read full post »
I was never one to socialize en masse, one or two good friends was all I needed. In fact, one is what I had…right through high school. That’s five years where I come from.
When I think about Susan, hmmm… yes, what do I think? Well, firstly, and inadvertently I… Read full post »
…And the possibility of peace
Anxiety is often the result of trying to hold something down, trying to suppress it. Imagine using both your hands and all your strength to keep something that you imagine is unacceptable in its box. The more you push down, the… Read full post »
I am looking at the things on my bedside table before I go to sleep in that poignant time when I don’t want to go to bed. I want to move around and treasure everything in the lamplight and the silence of being alone after everyone else is sleeping.
Sometimes she didn’t mind it when no friends came. She had a bright orange plastic record with the soundtrack from The Music Man. She’d march round and round the living room chanting “76 Trombones in the hit parade”. She loved the sound of the deep masculin… Read full post »
I remember being sick in that bedroom with the jewel casket bay windows looking out onto the garden.
I remember the raw sound of my daughter’s voice from the bottom of the garden. The way it sounded like keening, like the sound of mortality. I could hear death, loss. I… Read full post »
That’s it, I’m done. This mouse has been with me for too long. Don’t get me wrong, I‘m not against the small furry ones that sneak into my home in winter and urinate in the cupboard under the sink, not those cute, Disneyish things. I’m talking about… Read full post »
I was feeling a little sorry for myself, a little lonely as I watched the moon rise over the Hoan Kiem Lake this steamy Wednesday evening. It wasn’t anything specific, nor too extreme, more a lostness, a kind of ennui. Most travelers have it some time or another. You’re watching… Read full post »
In grade school the teacher called my mom to class:
‘It’s almost like she’s not really with us.’
There were these layers of thick gauze between me and my world, I could hardly make it out. I didn’t care to, not really. The gauze was white and quiet. It… Read full post »
Today I head to the mall to make some money, spending in reverse. Unshopping smacks of forgiveness. It gives me a chance to rescind, to regret and go back and make good.
Everywhere I go today will put money back on my credit card in return for something I… Read full post »
It's probably not worth the effort but I'm doing it again; reposting this. It got lost. Is that where the mystery went?
Where Did the Mystery Go?
In the great clamor of our efforts to communicate I think we made a mistake --a really big one. We took… Read full post »
I’m having a really difficult time doing what I say I’m going to do. Not for others, I’m still relatively on track with that. Not perfect, far from it, but better than I am with myself. I never do what I promise myself.
Me and myself, we’re always… Read full post »
Your email found me here in deepest China where even an innocent chicken can be transformed into your worst nightmare. Am still in recovery from the light exotic Thai stir-fry I thought I ordered, desperately, in a "western" restaurant that arrived sinister, oily, yellow and boiled. Ugh.
We h… Read full post »
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