Manna – the look on a face at the end of the day. The sated, satisfied, sleepy look of a boy who took every breath of his day at full speed. Or of the person whose every breath went into recovering something they lost. I read two books, I changed countless diapers, I painted, I drew, I …
Unless you’re George. George told me home is where your stuff is. George was my seventy-something neighbor in a fifty-something body – mostly legs, long and thin, topped by a mane of white wisdom with a nicotine stained white mustache and beard beneath. He never gave up his New York accent, all the more fetching …
Women who rolled their own – women worth writing about.
Mine to Tell Colleen L. Donnelly Genre: Historical All her life, Annabelle Crouse has felt a connection to her great-grandmother, Julianne despite the shame and disapproval her entire family has laid at Julianne’s feet. She has always wanted to know why her great-grandmother had vanished for a few weeks, only …
“I don’t have naked cowboys. I don’t write, draw, sculpt, paint, or photograph naked cowboys. I write, draw, sculpt, paint, and photograph literature, scenery, dragons, houses, and children.” “But no one will flock to your book, sketch, statue, work, or picture unless you lure them in with a naked cowboy. Look …
“It was there, the aroma of him, in the downtown air. As strong as I smelled it on the train when he was right there beside me. It was him. It had to be.” I fiddled with the glass of water the waitress had brought. “But of course he’s gone, …
