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
"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
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
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
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 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