Quality Counts

I recall favorably the first night I spent in my spouse's garret twenty years ago.  Naturally, I maintain this memory carefully, doting on it like a delicate photograph that's aging, edges first, a creeping brown border and satellite-like spots threaten my recollection.  There are certain details which remain as crisp as a carrot because their … Continue reading Quality Counts

Called Life This Morn: Took A Sick Day

It took me much longer than I'd expected to find their number.  Having never actually called before, it took me a while to figure out how to reach them.  Liz, one of my friends who decided to resign all together said that they found her.  "Oh yeah," Liz said, "as soon as I took the … Continue reading Called Life This Morn: Took A Sick Day

The Bay Window With A New Outlook

The previous owners of our little Queen Anne Victorian house renovated the back porch into an extension of the kitchen. Architecturally speaking, the renovated back porch is the antithesis of design style compared to the rest of the house.  The renovation didn't stop at the load bearing central wall and chimney stack.  It carried on … Continue reading The Bay Window With A New Outlook

The Rough Patch

The thoughts washed over me like a warm dishcloth in the hands of my mother, softly scrubbing the days grime and grit away.  The thoughts brought comfort and tenderness.  The thoughts eased my anxiety.  The thoughts allowed deep breaths out of shallow breathing.  The thoughts had me wonder, “would anyone care?”  The thoughts came to … Continue reading The Rough Patch

Journal Entry: July, 2008 (three weeks post diagnosis)

After yesterday's euphoria (the hopeful effect of an increase of medication), I thought, if this is the way I'm supposed to feel then I've been depressed for a very long time; I thought, if this is the way everyone else feels, then what have I been missing all this time? The grip of my obsessions were … Continue reading Journal Entry: July, 2008 (three weeks post diagnosis)

Back Then, Ignorance Was De Rigueur

At the end of the 60's and carrying into the 70's there still seemed a deep-rooted sentiment: if it's none of your business, then keep your nose out of it.  Which seemed to work fine for most people.  Of course every neighborhood had its busybody, just as it had its grouchy-keep-off-my-grass-senior-citizen, and bubble-gum-snapping-younger-than-her-bosom-suggests-daughter-of-a-longshoreman.  But by-and-large, if … Continue reading Back Then, Ignorance Was De Rigueur

As a Playwright: Notes & Excerpt from “Afterward”

Initially my focus was poetry: Simile and Metaphor; juxtaposition; possessing the "ear" to hear.  That is, to identify words not only by their meaning, but also how they sound when blended with their kin folk in the paragraph.  Some call it style: I was taught that it was called my voice. I attended the only university that … Continue reading As a Playwright: Notes & Excerpt from “Afterward”