I am a devout believer in psychotherapy. If there is an interesting story to tell about a persons life, if indeed each of us is a book meant to enthrall, if we are the authors of our own lives, then…
View writingThe floor was cold. Agatha was in the the shared bathroom in a thin white slip. She looked into the mirror and contemplated the pain that her life had become. She was loved once. She remembered Muttis guiding hands. How…
View writingAgatha had the distinct feeling she didn't belong here. Actually, she didn't know where she did belong. She felt she belonged in her books and the bold stories that she read about, the beautiful ladies, the gallant gentleman. When she…
View writingOff prompt: I was 19 years old and in college on the mainland. I was just home visiting for a few days before fall quarter started. It had been a gray and sultry September, lukewarm rainy days alternating with days…
View writingGwen inserted the key into the ignition, but she didn't start the car. "What’s the purpose of this trip?" she asked. “This is your ‘welcome back into the fold’ trip. But that’s between you and me. For everyone else, especially…
View writing"They steal children," her mother , usually optimistic, gentle face, tightened with fear. The silver lines of her cheeks that brightened when she felt joy, look leaden, like black tears. Her blue eyes looked vacant, empty without hope. For a…
View writingOur family took lots of road trips together, because my daddy loved to drive and my mama loved to sightsee. One trip took us to New Orleans, where even as kids, my brother and I had a really good time,…
View writingPaul still comes to me by night, even though he’s been dead for three years. This is the man I fell in love with in grad school, spent years married to , while eventually living through his burgeoning homosexuality and…
View writingI am watching you Old lady In your worn cotton robe Contemplating the garden Where there is much left to be done The weeds, some dead now, Trying to cock block the gardenia, the rosemary You can get it to…
View writingLarry had a friend who had a restaurant that made a good fish fry. Y ou could get fish which was probably haddock or oysters or shrimp or a combination of the three. "Hey Aaron, do you wanna fish fry?"…
View writingIn a passage of a novel, in a brushstroke of light cream in a landscape, in Bach's cello, in the grass by my bare feet, in a passing car moving too fast for me to scan the faces, in the…
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