Month: July 2009

That a person could spontaneously combust. That the word “absurd” was spelled and pronounced “absurb.” That the circular file referred to an actual file that went around and around, similar to the revolving spice rack in her sister Oatie’s cupboard. That she could write the beautiful book she dreamed of writing. That she could one … Continue reading Things that she used to believe, including a few that she still might believe

And so we come again to our regularly scheduled Pick a Photo, Any Photo day. Who knows when a Pick a Photo day will occur? Not me. Pick a Photo days just happen, like squirrels invading your eaves will just happen, if you, like me, are not ever vigilant. The rules of the pick a … Continue reading It's Pick a Photo Day

A long time ago she lived in a fourth-floor walkup on a steep hill in the middle of a city on the ocean. The city was bisected from another, smaller city by a river. The river was a few blocks steeply downhill from her steeply staircased apartment building. She got up before dawn every day, … Continue reading Rain on a river that runs to the sea

They were  driving south, keeping to the river as it made  its way to the Gulf of Mexico. They had the dog with them. They had fled the bitter temperatures and ever-gray skies and were driving south until they hit 60 degrees, his personal number of temperature happiness. It took them a few days, and when the magic … Continue reading Directions

That right there to the left  is a double boiler, in case you’ve never seen such a thing. It’s made of Pyrex, which the lady at the Annunciation Church Rummage Sale told me was a very good thing. I saw it sitting on the kitchenware table along with stacks of muffin tins and sets of … Continue reading Slow, like it used to be