“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
Cora, Dante, Kelley, Sienna, Tony, Cheryl, and Audrey (Larry is the photographer) Like any published memoir, our own life stories should also come with a disclaimer: “This story that I tell about myself is only based on a true story. I am in large part a figment of my own yearning imagination.” And it’s a […]
I woke under the spell of a dream. A dream that left behind emotional residue. Residue from imaginary events not possible, logical, or related but puissant nonetheless. It’s all very perplexing ~ keep reading, I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Pushing myself up from the warm covers, I struggle to remember the smallest fragment of my dream, as […]
She asks, “Am I bothering you?” No one ever asks me that and it throws me for a minute but I smile and say, “No, of course not.” Her movements are slow, always a somber expression, unless she is teasing me, and I notice her eyes never stop observing the world. I wonder about her […]
It’s my father’s birthday today. He passed away several years ago but I like to spend time sifting through my memories on the day he came into the world. I remember observing my father from a distance the morning he was scheduled for bypass surgery back in September of 2002… It is a chilly Northwestern morning as […]
Living in the Gap 