Monthly Archives: September 2011
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
