By the time I arrive, it is still morning. From my window, I see him and her in the small garden of their holiday home. He sits in a chair reading a book. Her legs stick out from beneath a tree that partly covers my view. From what I can see, she is a white, […]
more“Are you by any chance under any stress?” the optometrist asked. In fact, she smirked. Of course she had to ask that. I leaned towards her and smiled as sweetly as I could, “I’m SO glad you asked. Because tell me, in your experience, is life ever entirely stress-free?”If so, I’d have congratulated her.Meanwhile, I considered the […]
moreThe women’s toilet in our office building smells of Chanel 5. Clearly, it was sprayed by some elegant lady before me, as a cover-up for the pooh she did.It had me thinking of the last time a specific perfume was ruined for me. I was twelve years old, that coming-of-age time in your life. We […]
moreHere’s the thing though. While on holiday I spent some time rewriting a scene while my man and son went to Lisbon. They returned with cakes for me. I liked what was happening to the scene that evening. But hated it the next. And it starts all over again from there. How do you know whether […]
moreThe birds sang in as many hues as there were greens. And the dogs howled, louder even than the brightest of vines cradling grapes waiting to be sweetened by the passing of summer. Of time.
moreDinner on The Estate. Started with a wine tour. Catering to the impudent curiosity of we-the-tourists. The British owner did what was expected of him. He stood by a vine, showed us the light green grapes, the leaves, and spoke of what made his wine special. His words danced over his posh accent, slipped by […]
moreThe three teenage girls toss their heads left and right as they lay in the sun, on towels in the sand. Aware, yet unaware. Of life to come, of time to pass. Too fast, this they will soon discover as they age and wonder why they did not realize it then, now, as I look […]
moreAnd now for something completely different: packing bags for a two week holiday in Portugal.
moreI sit here watching June pass by. In boats. Elegant ones, with ropes alongside of them holding well-kept people. They wear sunglasses, drink champagne rozé and eat salmon wraps. There’s an odd bright-orange life vest, topped by a blonde boy’s head. And smaller boats, dented and damaged. Cans of beer. More sprinkles of orange-blonde.Across from […]
moreI called my sister to ask how her son's leg was and then said I was sorry. I said, "I should've come." She said "oh no, that's okay." Which made me feel worse. As she in turn was wanting to make me feel better. Once upon a time, we used to fight and scream and […]
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