I was a single mom during most of my kids’ childhoods. They were my life. But I felt like a loser anyway because I never dated, and had never owned a house.
Offshore dilemma; On the way back home; Self-love; Lost pages bring out my shadow self
It's daytime and only one alley is paved with books It's two o' clock in my mind to be precise and proper and the letters on the walls are stolen from the inscription of book thieves;
Half of What You See – Novel Excerpt
They lived on the border between East Southport and Southport Village, tucked back in the quiet, shaded streets a few blocks from the train station. There was no proper downtown for East Southport, no walkable Main Street, unless you counted the two delis and grody roadhouse connected to the train station by a cracked and overgrown strip of concrete. Not like Southport Village’s Main Street, with its cute candle shops and movie theater and hand-made jewelry boutiques, and best of all, an actual port, the harbor hanging at the end of Main Street like a big, beautiful oil painting. Maybe it was inconsequential – like the dog food commercial – but it had to be bad luck living in a town whose name was a lie. There was no port in East Southport. And it wasn’t even east of Southport. It was west.
An apartment child; Dragon; Johannes Vermeer – Girl With A Pearl Earring; Flamethrower; Crazing Cracked
...Beauty worth more than gold in Delft he was deft at teasing riches from lead-tin yellow what’s good for the gander is good for the guilder...
Touch; The Absurdity of Life, Death and Ms. Duff’s Funeral Procession; Between the Lines
They coerced the ink into a sacred text and instructed us to quietly find our seats between the words.
Little Library
Tsk, I knew that woman. She used to live in a mountain of papers and books down by the French Quarter. Knew her husband, too. One of those academic types that fell off the wagon and thought he could make the streets work for him instead of letting them take him.