When I was 10 I first read The Forgotten Beasts of Eld. I think I probably read the book a dozen or more times that decade. It was for me […]
Yellow. But not the color of daisies and crayons. More like neon green, but yellow and not neon. The colors together are pretty, but that kind of pretty you’re supposed to think is ugly. Not that colors are… ugly.
I could hear the urgency as Mom and the other woman talked; I don’t remember, but I think I just didn’t care enough to strain through the fog to hear what they said. There was activity around finding the nearest hospital – needing it to be Kaiser (our insurance), and orders that I had to stay awake.
It had taken me months to get up the nerve to finally say something to him. It just seemed like it was time.
New Walking the Elipses post “I’m gonna race you back home…” how I ran from the bullies but found friendship
When I came in, dad greeted me from the kitchen and asked how playing at Crystal’s was. He hadn’t asked any questions, and I hadn’t told him where I was going. It drove me nuts when he’d do that. This was a game he played with me. He could nearly always tell me what time I’d gotten home, what I’d done while I was there, how long I’d been there, and where I’d gone if I left. All without asking any questions. When I pressed him about how he did it, halfway convinced he was psychic, he’d just shake his head and say I could do it too, I just needed to pay attention.
I’m not really sure what my first experience with writer’s groups was. I remember being at them with my mom – she was a founder or member of several. Sometimes […]
REPOST NOTE: All the buzz about the t.v. series In Plain Sight had been confusing me, because I thought it was the same NBC special about Jaycee Dugard’s kidnapping and that was definitely not new. But I felt uneasy every time I saw it mentioned. Anyway, I had recently been […]
Last year was a bit insane for me. I don’t think I’d ever experienced busy like that. Even for me, a notorious overworking workaholic, it was … intense. Everything stacked up starting in June and suddenly I felt like I was in an avalanche of creative activity that I had […]
Shopkeepers. When I was 10, living in the Castro, I didn’t have any friends my own age in the neighborhood. There were other children around, but none of them roamed the neighborhood without their parents and we didn’t have opportunities to meet each other. Not that I had any interest […]