Category Archives: emotions
Is there a diagnosis for people who have a fatal attachment to a piece of furniture? It can’t be normal. Here’s my story. I’ve owned a certain upholstered chair for forty years. My ex-husband and I bought it when our … Continue reading
The only person between me and the top of the mountain is my 92 year old Aunt Ouilda, from the Georgia branch of our family tree, four hours to the north. I’m the oldest remaining “kid” in the next generation. … Continue reading
Rounder and rounder the moon she grows, as if filled with a secret that nobody knows.
Here’s the fifth excerpt from my collection of beautiful prose. This one is An Unreasonable Woman, by Diane Wilson, a Texas gulf coast shrimp boat captain and mother of five who took on a powerful chemical company when she found … Continue reading
I heard a high-pitched whinnying sound tonight at dusk. Coming from a woodsy area across the street. There are no horses around – at least not up in trees. So I googled “bird that sounds like a horse.” It’s a … Continue reading
The sky is filled with flannel gray clouds– lumpy, lowering clouds, as raw and brooding as a Brontë novel. Large, expectant clouds waiting for a storm to rouse them into action.
As I walked down the wide hallway of the 1920’s building in the Spanish quarter with it’s old-fashioned black and white square tiles, I saw, through an open door, gray heads bent over a table. I looked a little harder … Continue reading
The baby shampoo flows like honey onto his water-darkened hair as he stands plumply naked and gleaming in the tub. I massage it into his perfectly shaped little noggin, working up a good lather. We have a ritual that he … Continue reading
The rain’s slacking off and the black is thinning to gray. Half an hour ago it was like midnight– at 4:30 in the afternoon. The water was coming down so hard into my carport, there were wavelets! Almost to the … Continue reading