Raisins, cookies, and a (small) toy car of his own choice. These are the things I promised my son after cheerily announcing this morning” “guess what? today you are going to get a Mexicam flu shot – Hurray!!” He cried in despair, “oh nooo not the doctoooooor. Not a shot, mamaaaaa.” At midday I reminded […]
more“This has never happened to me before,” said my friend and her voice trembled. Her voice never trembles. Ever. She handed the phone to her husband who cried and screamed. I felt like crying and screaming for them. But what good would that do? He lost his brother today. He wrote to us, describing what […]
moreI feel for you woman. You with your paisely scarf. Your signet ring. The wedding band, on your other hand. Skinny fingers, half hidden in sleeves pulled over them. Of a striped cardigan, grey and blues. Hues of tears.I feel for you woman. You with your perfect hair, lean back in your chair. Your numbed […]
moreWoman, man. Two sons: one tall, one small. The boys kick a ball around on the beach. The ball hits mother’s leg. The tall one cringes: oops. To his surprise, mother turns around to join in. She kicks it back. He to her, him to her. His enthousiasm grows. The small one is left out. […]
moreThat’s what friends are for, sings the loudspeaker to me. I have escaped the blasting, wintery wind outside. I had intended to take a long walk on the beach. But the wind easily convinced me otherwise. A coffee instead. I am the only person in that restaurant and indulge in the luxury: I chose to […]
moreA woman emails me. “hey you i hear you have SD so do i and some other vague dystonias and you know what though when i speak it’s such a joke.” I email her back, thanking he for her email, telling her a little about myself and asking a few questions. She seems happy at […]
moreNovember tosses and turns, moans in hellish tones. It coughs rain and sneezes hail. It chews on leaves that have dropped to their knees at its feet. November picks them up, then spits them out as mud. It complains that October has not kept his promise and has been defeated. There it stands at the […]
moreMy son’s day care center celebrated St. Martin’s Day today. A grand rehearsal for tomorrow I suppose. It was the same as last year: the kids had all made lanterns, the teachers were nervously trying to get everyone outside and into the park on time, while we – the parents – tromped around with our […]
moreIf you happen to drift by, fly here, wondering where I'm wandering, pondering my whereabouts. An unpoetic climax: email is down. Frown.
more“I used to play violin,” said one of the three women in the office adjacent to mine, “and before that flute.” The second woman mentioned she played piano, like I had. “That makes me so jealous, my parents never inspired us to play any instruments,” said the third. “But you must have done loads of […]
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