It’s 1998, only two years after Diane’s ALS diagnosis. She makes a tough decision and chooses not to communicate it until after the fact. Read the rest of this entry »
The last line of the dream names my hunger: “She seems lonely for someone to talk with about real life.” Other parts of the dream identify behaviors I might want to leave behind, and a few unexpected personal capacities and resources. This post focuses on my hunger, and describes how things begin falling apart. Read the rest of this entry »
nest in clover bank
sleepy summer afternoon
salty river smell
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I’m 8 or 9 years old—
a budding writer looking for somewhere to write
and something to write about. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 