My grandmother, Edith Marie McCall, was born on this day in 1940. She has been gone for two and half years now, and it is still hard for me to imagine a world without her in it. Still I pick up the telephone and want to call her. There are acute moments where I wish … Continue reading Music Monday: memory of the language between us
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So True, Dr. Seuss
"Well... that vent where I wentWas a sort of funnelThat led me down intoA frightful black tunnel.The traffic down thereWas a mess, I must say,With billions of birdsGoing all the wrong way.They bumped me with bikesAnd they banged me with dishes.I ran into ladders,Beds, bottles and fishes.I skidded on garbage.I fell in a horn.Troubles! I … Continue reading So True, Dr. Seuss
Secret Lives
I'm mildly obsessed with advice columns. There is something so awful/amazing about the questions people will ask under the guise of anonymity. I love stories. I wouldn't write them if I didn't. And there is no better place to find the snapshot of a well-developed character in the throes of a high conflict situation than … Continue reading Secret Lives
Week in Review
I've had an interesting week. Last Sunday I broke my foot. There is nothing quite like being 4.5 months pregnant with a broken foot. Nothing quite like the amount of lead they drape over a pregnant woman before they take x-rays, or the joy of chasing after a 2 year old while wearing a super … Continue reading Week in Review
Writing Prodigy or Late Bloomer?
I was tooling around on the web and came across a link to an October 2008 article in The New Yorker by Malcolm Gladwell - "Late Bloomers." It is a great read - go check it out. Gladwell makes some interesting observations about the nature of artists and the process of creation.He cites evidence from … Continue reading Writing Prodigy or Late Bloomer?
On this day
On February 20, 1940 my grandmother was born. (The older child in the photograph is her) She would have been 70 this year. I miss her very much and I've been thinking of her all day. She died on August 16, 2009, a Sunday. I saw her for the last time four days before. If … Continue reading On this day
Jennifer Marie Donahue 