Company
Things happen when company comes. In the last two days, warning lights appeared on the dashboard of the car, the electricity spontaneously stopped working on one side of the house, and I lost my cell phone. These events were purely coincidental and in no way caused by my lovely college friend’s arrival, but having a witness did make me a bit more aware of how I handle things.
We don’t get thrown much by the little stuff here. I looked up the warning lights and dropped the… Continue reading
How Do the Bugs Get In?
One summer, fine green
grasshoppers came in pairs to linger
on my bedroom ceiling.
A two-inch-long stag beetle
crawled behind the garbage can
the other day.
This morning there’s a moth
on the sink pedestal.
I suppose the bugs fly unnoticed
in the door’s gap when we’re passing
out and in all day long, but
it does seem strange when
unusually large ones appear
unannounced, most often
when we’re barefoot
and vulnerable in the bathroom.
I do nothing about them but
marvel and wait
‘til they die, when I collect… Continue reading
Head People and Pie
Lately, a fellow writer friend* asked me enviously if I’m one of those writers who has characters in my head demanding attention. He said his characters were more likely to tell him to go watch TV and leave them alone. It was the envy that surprised me. It implied that writing is easier when you’re possessed by voices, like you’re just a crazy person getting paid for yielding to your psychosis.
It’s not like that. Here’s what it’s like for me. I have a character… Continue reading
What Are You Reading?
I’ve just finished two books I thoroughly enjoyed, Kent Haruf’s Plainsong and Tina Fey’s Bossypants, for completely different reasons. That’s the divine pleasure of reading, of course. You can plunge into books that tickle, delight or trouble the manifold sides of yourself. I simply know, when I find a good read, that it was stupendous, and it makes me crave more.
My book pile is enticing me, and now that we have a sunny day, my hammock is calling me, too. This… Continue reading
Sacred Marriage
A purple centerline ran down 5th Avenue when I pulled into NYC yesterday around 11:30 and police were setting up the metal partitions to corral the anticipated spectators for the Gay Pride Parade. People were already gathering and opportunistic street peddlers were hawking rainbow flags and leis. By the time the leading cavalcade of slow-moving, revving motorcyclists passed the Flatiron Building around 12:30, the sidewalks were packed with cheering celebrators. All people can now marry the ones they love in… Continue reading
Country Girl/City Girl
I’m going to the city. It should be nice. I’ve visited cities often enough that I don’t freak out about the traffic or get flustered by the onslaught of sensory input, but I certainly notice that it’s different from my quiet country existence. I prepare myself to see lots of people and tall buildings tight together. Exhaust and bakery scents will mix with the rainy sidewalk smell. There are likely to be limos and beggars, pretzel… Continue reading