There’s been some talk in these pages that I’ve left out. It’s talk like this: Thursday, September 7th, 1939 Jakey was certainly in a love-ly mood. Couldn’t get enough. Only for a while he put the lights out and I asked for them back. Now, I am not here to dish on the juicy details…
Tag: creative writing
Theme for 2018!
Happy start to 2018. This is going to be a year of healing, self care, and creative growth. It’s going to be a year of peace and hard work. This year is going to feel good. Again, I am starting a post with another post that was inspirational to me. This comes from Monte Celia…
New Year’s Eve Vintage Photos: 19…?
It was very rare for Babu to not have marked this pack of her pictures with detailed and precise information. Maybe these were Jake’s pictures and not hers? Whatever the case, I don’t need to be told what day this is as this is clearly a New Year’s celebration. But what year?? I’m thinking that…
Images: August, 1939
Sunday, August 6th, 1939 It dawned a hot, glorious day, and after church, Ernie, Billy, Jakey, and I started for Westerly. Jimmy’s girl was still sleeping so we went without them. We spent all day in the sun, slapping sun lotion all over ourselves. I don’t think this business of showing Jakey I like…
August, 1939: Don’t Judge a Month Before It’s Over
When I began reading August, 1939, I panicked a little. Babu was down on Jakey and I worried that this blooming relationship wouldn’t really be the fairytale I always heard it to be. Maybe, in fact, I never heard it that way, but added my own spin on it. I reflected a lot about the…
Enveloped
Enveloped, first draft 9/28/17 The fog began as something deadly, The kind that tentacles reach out from, The kind a person could disappear into. This is the dense air that Morning Glories thrive in- Diffused light shields fragility, They happily shy away from their vibrancy. On the highway we crawled our way forward,…
A Life Less Lived?
In yesterday’s post I thought I could just show you what Babu wrote in March and let it speak for itself but I cannot. I am brimming with feeling about it. Mostly, I am so frustrated with Babu. It’s easy to judge, it’s easy to judge. I know. But I do not think this woman…
Writing Wednesdays: As my mother would say, I’m full of piss and vinegar today.
Welcome to My Life. Are You…Are You Serious? Are You Really Serious Right Now? A Memoir That I’m Calling Fiction So That This Woman Can’t Sue Me. I Can’t Make This Stuff Up. The Names Have Been Changed to Protect the Truth From People Who Can’t Handle the Truth. Alternate Realities Really Do Exist (My…
Writing Wednesdays: Not a Routine, But Something Close?
I am participating in Camp Nanowrimo this month. What this is a mini – if you choose it to be – version of Nanowrimo. Nanowrimo stands for National Novel Writing Month and it’s a webpage, an online group, an organization, a movement! that inspires and supports writers to complete the rough draft of a novel…
Evading the Wool Suit is Easy if I’m Dreaming, or Writing
My life post teaching career has shifted incrementally but consistently since the big change. I’m not sure if it’s like aftershocks or more like when something settles back down after really being tossed around. It’s been exactly a year. Today is the last day of school and I never went back once, not to visit…
Writing Wednesdays: No Man’s Land
There is a sweet spot, a perfect place I like to be with my writing. There is also the wet cement place. The place of nothing but frustration and obligation. Where am I right now? Smack in the middle of the two. My paradise as a writer is new creation. Writing the outline. Talking…
Dog Days Mondays: I think I Might be a Little Obsessed
It has, honestly, been over a week since I actually wrote the last “Dog Days Mondays” post. Cort isn’t acting a lot better, but I am. Which means he actually is. A lot of his behavior I was misreading. He was trying to communicate with me. Now that I’m listening better we are all doing…
transcribingmemory 