She remembered the gardens of New City, the walks with her mother and watching her sit on the council by the waterfall in southern coner of the city that looked onto the leaden sea. The fog that rose from the…
View writingGorm sipped his "You are young and full of emotion. You must think with your brain, not your heart. Everything has a cost? Are you willing to pay?" "They didn't choose to be blue.
View writingI was just thinking what courage it takes to get married, to make a verbal and written contract with someone that is going to last for the rest of at least one of your lives. The specifics – love, honor,…
View writingHe was a tough little mother. He was a World War II combat veteran, a dog soldier. He was an infantryman who walked across France and Germany. He was a funny little guy with oversized feet. He wore old WW…
View writingHis arms…..marble love….sculpted miracles….majestic. In the center of Florence, in a country rife with so many miracles, the Quattrocento paintings portrayed heads of saints and sinners that glowed! I’ve learned long ago not to question what comes to mind when…
View writingHenry was a big guy. Probably 6'5" and weighed about 225. He dropped out of high school ND STARTED WORKING IN THE wIRE mILL WHEN HE WAS 17. He held a can of Chef Boyardee Spaghetti in his big mitt.…
View writingShe had wanted to see the great domed city of Pittsburg. She had dreamed of it all those years hiding the underground sanctuary her father built, but she never dreamed her first sight would be from a hospital bed, tubes…
View writingGet my carriage hitched When I was going to college in San Fancisco, a friend of ours,, Keith, had a quaint expression when he had an itch to go somewhere or just to leave wherever he was. He’d say: “I…
View writingI want to go to Bilbao, Spain because of the Guggenheim Museum of contemporary art that is there. It was the concept of the same person, Tom Krens, who also conceived of the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art in North…
View writingHe died when I was 16. And he himself had not even reached 50 years of age…..and now that I am decades older than he ever lived to be, I’m realizing in many painful ways just how I never truly…
View writingCailyn stopped short of the threshold. A single smooth rectangular tile marked the entrance--ostensibly to a new home, but for her a much deeper newness long awaited. She could feel her friends’ well-intentioned impatience crowding in on her from behind.…
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