IMPERATIVE
Here I am—1,010 followers later— still editing butterflies for my Pinterest board "Beautiful Bugs," a project I never expected to engage me for more than a few weeks. Why this particular specimen? Because after months of exploration, I'd never come upon this type of...
SCHISM
I’ve decided to try an experiment—using train of thought to write a vignette about my parents, beginning with:
We hardly ever did things together as a family—as far back as I can remember, anyway. Nor did my parents spend…
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
In my journal I wrote:
Friday, when I was driving Emma to my house, half a block away we saw two turkeys strolling nonchalantly down the sidewalk. I looked around for someone they might belong to but…
TO A LIGHTHOUSE – Part III
On the road again, we head north to the town of Pescadero and Duarte’s restaurant, famous for its artichoke soup. It’s a rustic tavern with wood-paneled walls and huntsmen’s trophies overhead—sets of deer antlers with and without heads. I marvel again at how beautiful...
TO A LIGHTHOUSE – Part II
As I’ve said:
After we’ve bought our tickets, we have to scuttle to catch up with the last tour. A hundred and thirty-five steps, our guide tells us—Earl essays them despite his bad leg. I’m secretly grateful for…
TO A LIGHTHOUSE – Part I
From A Patchwork Memoir:
“Hi! It’s me!” I greet Earl when he answers the phone. “Hi, me!” he humors me. (Pippa, his boarder, tells me when Earl recounts one of our adventures he always begins, “Me and I…”)