November 23, 2014
November 19, 2014
A fun day trip with a great traveling companion, my fabulous daughter. We hit the road post Sunday bagels. ;) and as we drove realized the Storm King Art place not far, spring road trip noted. I spent a summer living and working in Woodstock a million years ago. Some friends put together a jewelry shop and we all shared shop duties, a bare bones apartment, even gained a rescue kitten from a dire situation (who went on to live a long healthy life with my best friend's parents).
November 12, 2014
November 10, 2014
November 9, 2014
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
- T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets.
October 31, 2014
October 27, 2014
Put yourself into life and never lose your openness, your childish enthusiasm throughout the journey that is life, and things will come your way.
- Federico Fellini
October 16, 2014
I am liking using these photos from Cape Cod (our August vacation) to illustrate writing work that is out. I meant to have a lot of great posts from Cape Cod but have been falling behind blog posts, getting photos out of cameras, and quite a lot besides that. Not the most organized time for me, summer. Hopefully the more interior life of winter will allow me to get my assorted houses (literary, emotional, spiritual, and actual very messy one) in order.
Meanwhile, a good thing - a new poem out on the great new site I only recently discovered, Woman Around Town. My poem, The Botanical Gardens Gift Shop, is available to read here. I hope you enjoy it and - as ever - thoughts on any work is always appreciated.
Very pleased to have a short story out. The short story is called Loose Ends and is available to read online here at Imitation Fruit. They have previously published a story of mine called The Lawn Chair. The Lawn Chair was a story written for my Dad even though obviously a work of fiction. It seemed a bit unfair as my mother was the one who always wanted me to write something about her. Loose Ends is the sort of story she would have enjoyed, light and fun with a good streak of humor. Both of these stories veer some distance away from the usual fare of my fiction and it pleased me to be able to write something different than my usual dark and murky tales to honor first my Dad and now my Mom. And yes, it is fiction and no, no one including my Mom was actually these people, but it was inspired by a line she said about bucket lists the day before she died. As ever, would love to hear any thoughts.
October 14, 2014
October 7, 2014
October 3, 2014
September 14, 2014
September 8, 2014
September 7, 2014
Dear Tall Blonde Mommy,
We were walking our little dog up our quiet street on a hot and quiet Sunday afternoon today and on the way back he started choking and shuddering, something he has been doing lately. We moved him into the shade and tried to calm him down. He threw up a little bit but still seemed like he was having problems. Scary as it brings back memories of our other little black dog, Moky, who died so young of undiagnosed until too late cancer. We tried to hurry home and at our driveway was stopped by you, tall blonde mommy in a long skirt with your four very blonde children.
You urged one forward, the oldest girl, who nervously came onto my driveway thrusting papers in my face - the kind where you sign up to buy something. My dog went ballistic, which he does on his own property when strangers come up, and I said quickly, sorry, he isn't friendly, as a quick explanation as my husband was forced to yank him up the driveway. I went to help him, turning away but saying (politely, if you recall) "sorry, no thank you." to your daughter. My husband led our dog up the driveway, both of us upset the dog had been riled when we had wanted him calm.
You proceeded to yell at me. Stood in front of my driveway, dramatically waving your arms. Saying how I am a horrible person for not letting your daughter speak. That I could have at least listened to what she said. What kind of world is this? No wonder my dog is unfriendly since I am such a hateful and horrible human being. You added that you were not selling anything and if I had only listened to your daughter I would know you are collecting money for a charity.
I was shocked. I said how I said, sorry, no thank you and we are just trying to get our dog inside. You continued. How you will never come to our door again when you come to this street, how you will mark us as the people who hate children, how she will warn her children away from us etc. as we are bad, bad people.
The entire time, your children were staring at you. I am curious. What lesson were you trying to teach here?
You proceeded to go door to door. When you came out from soliciting our elderly neighbors, all your kids stopped and pointed at my husband in our driveway who was getting something from his car. Pointed. You stopped and said something to them. Gave him an angry glance. I saw this from the kitchen window.
I have no idea who you are. I have never seen you before. Hope I don't see you again. I was left very upset by this verbal attack in my front yard. My husband was thoroughly disgusted by your behavior. Helicopter parenting at its worse, he commented.
I guess you think you are teaching them some civic lesson, something about community and charity. Hard to tell. Since what you actually are teaching them is to not respect privacy or private property or people's rights, that it is okay to door to door and ask for money in a strange neighborhood (which is illegal by the way, which I know because I called and asked, and besides that, entirely unsafe), that it is fine to go up to people you don't know and assume your wants outweigh theirs, that it is fine to upset people to get what you want. That it is okay to parade your children around to prove what a great Mom or human being you are. A humanitarian collecting for charity.
Dear Tall Blonde Mommy, it's a gorgeous day. Take those kids to the park and let them enjoy one of the perfect last days of summer. Don't make your oldest daughter uncomfortable and feel weird by asking strangers for money. If you need to raise money for a charity, have a garage sale or a cake bake in your front yard, a lemonade stand for charity or they could donate old toys or ask friends and relatives (sorry, folks!), but don't solicit perfect strangers in their front yards or ring their bells.
But sadly, you are probably on your phone right now ranting about your version of this encounter, how the world is a terrible place because of people like my husband and myself.
Whirled Peas, Lady.