Monthly Archives: April 2011
You’re in love, and you feel that you’ve never been in love before. Not really. Not like this. Not without that insistent, disgruntled voice whispering objections. You find yourself, sometimes, inventing a past for the two of you. The way she walked down the hall, … Read more
A number of weeks ago, the writer, Sally Bellerose, emailed me a series of interview questions, and I found, when I sat to answer them, that the questions broke me open. I began to think about my work and my process in a different way. … Read more
Today, I’d like to thank Georgia Beers for our conversation about titles, and for hosting me on her blog: Georgia Beers’ Blog
This weekend, re-reading Giraffe People, and thinking about the edit, I realized I’d have to play through on the Nice-Guy Myth. Here’s military … Read more
We taught Gavin twenty-questions on the trip to Portland. He doesn’t enjoy guessing quite as much as he enjoys being questioned.
“So, it’s a human?”
“Like a real human, or an imaginary human from a book or a movie?”
“Is it a girl?”… Read more
So, day 3 on the blog tour, and I’d like to thank Marianne K. Martin for hosting me and for letting me run with my Aikido metaphor: Marianne K. Martin’s Blog
On Monday evening, a boy threw me as part of a technique, and I … Read more
I’d like to thank Lindy Cameron, for hosting me on her site today as part of the Bywater Blog Tour: Lindy Cameron’s Blog. The one I wrote for her, and the one I’ve written here, function in tandem. You know, sort of.
I was standing … Read more
I haven’t cheated since my marriage. This statement is a purely technical one. I haven’t had sex outside of my relationship since I was married. Not quite as elegant a statement. But I wandered away from all of them at some point. Followed shiny things. … Read more
When I walk to work, my thoughts have longer legs. It’s pace, isn’t it? The sound of footfalls and breath. The way the sun glares impatiently. Fielding last night at t-ball, the boys L-armed their throws into a bucket, or shied them at me. Our … Read more