Then Again, There’s the Real Me
I live and write in Washington State, where my dog and cat frolic beneath the trees of my Eden after squirrel tails, exhumed moles, and up-flung mice.
I enjoy skiing, mountain biking, my garden, and double short Americanos with secure lids. I love my husband, children, and the mix of humanity they have grafted into my world.
The Sistine chapel skies of summer and the color red—red dragonflies resting on bamboo stakes, red wine in my glass, red flip-flops on my red-toe-nailed feet—draw me to them, as do words that caress, tickle, irritate, or beat against my soul.
Things I’ve Found
Suntop at sunrise ♦ red dragon(flie)s exist ♦ ladybugs do bite
Malcolm Gladwell’s “Late Bloomers“ ♦ Jane Hirshfield’s “Late Prayer“
sometimes, I can do math ♦ Onyx ♦ Zac Brown Band’s ”Pass the Jar” DVD
Merlot can be aerated with a straw; I do not need a $40 aerator
A, B, and P
Suzzallo Library when the rain is falling…
Suggested Shorts
“The Dead,” by James Joyce, but also every other short story in Dubliners
“The Yellow Wallpaper,” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
“The Lottery,” by Shirley Jackson
“The Gift of the Magi,” by O. Henry
“The Aleph,” by Jorge Luis Borges
“The Tell-Tale Heart,” by Edgar Allen Poe
“Things Trapped and Frozen,” by Emily Roth
“The Secret Truth of Towel-Folding,” by Louise Beech
“The Chameleon Kid,” by Robert Swartwood
“Dinosaur,” by Bruce Holland Rogers
I am happily munching my way through your stories. Just finished ‘First and Last Day Out of the Asylum’. I absolutely loved it – I’m sure there’s more to the story than met my eyes. One phrase in particular struck me as being one of those gems you strive for. ‘The sky is lifting too’. Perfect.
Thanks, Edward!