After work, he jammed his uniform in the hamper, changed into shorts, and raced downstairs where he stood in front of the TV news just as the scene was changing and told his kids it was time to go shoot some hoops.
This morning I went to a memorial service for a woman who went by the name Shorty though her given name was June. She had been homeless many years when she died although it probably wouldn’t be fair to say homelessness caused her death… Continue Reading “99 New: The Memorial Service”
So I’m reading this book – Fast-Draft Your Memoir in 45 Hours – because I watched an online class featuring the book’s author, Rachael Herron, and because I want to fast-track my writing. A few passages hit home. Herron says “So let’s make this… Continue Reading “99 New: Buried Stuff”
Last night, I reached into the oven to pull out a beautiful pumpkin pie, one with a surface so burnished and glassy you could skate on it, and as I lifted the pie from the rack, it flipped in my toweled hands and the… Continue Reading “99 New: Extra Creamy”
I sometimes feel myself having such wild affection for people I knew when I was younger as if we shared some important secret of triumph that we never divulged to anyone else, held this knowledge to ourselves unconscious all these years while we went… Continue Reading “99 New: Oxidized”
We miss our boy. Even though he bossed us around. Made demands on us, ate our Holiday Ham. Played the tough guy all the time. Claimed all the space. Tormented his partner. And broke our hearts.
After two or three months off, I went back to Red Oak Writing tonight to a new writers workshop. It had been a long, busy, complicated day that included writing an essay about an experience I had several years ago when I was an… Continue Reading “99 New: Five Reasons to Join a Writers Group”
When my daughter was born, it was the height of the 70’s women’s movement. I was determined that my child would be strong, brave, capable, respected. I wanted to give her a name fit for a judge. I envisioned her as a judge, her… Continue Reading “99 New: The Elasticity of Names”
The ink in my pen Seems faded, soon to run dry Till I shake harder _____________ Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
Dear Hillary, I daresay in this age of hyperbole and conjecture that it is entirely possible that someone without your best interests at heart planted the rumor that you are thinking of running again for President in 2020. They might have sown those seeds… Continue Reading “99 New: An Open Letter to My Dear Friend Hillary”