After midnight there was no traffic on the road separating the condo from the beach but we couldn’t see the ocean; we could only hear the waves slapping the sand. “I think that’s Orion’s Belt,” I commented as though I knew the constellations well. Above were zillions of stars in a moonless night. Jane had […]
For her brilliant response – green is my favorite color. The friend is a bug, generally green, and Duke’s favorite color is green. So send me your particulars Manja. You’re the winner of a paperback version of Living and Dying with Dogs, Turbo Edition! Check out her blog – she’s a brilliant photographer.
In the spring poison grows under trees, and takes many shapes, imitating a vine, or hiding in ground cover. It can mimic the thorny raspberry, or an adolescent oak. It’s a joker; it’s a thief, in three words – all things human. Do not venture into the forests of the Ardennes, after a long winter […]
She turned to the gift. It sat on the stained laminate table where every night for a lifetime she’d set a light supper for family. Cold cuts, cheese, and sliced bread for sandwiches. A little mustard and mayo. Old Spice still lingered in the air and suddenly it was all around her: the past, coming […]
(this is part five of a WIP with the working title of The Circle at the Top of the Hill) All her life Gram had followed the same morning routine and it always included a donut or some other sweet for breakfast. And then, when did it happen? Sometime in the nineteen seventies. Suddenly sugar […]
Okay, it probably won’t be autographed by Duke himself. He lives on a mountain somewhere in Mexico where mail delivery is iffy and I live in the jiggly, wiggly hills over the San Andreas Fault in Northern California. But I may be able to forge his signature. And I will send it to you. […]
A guest post from Carol Teltschick His real name was Eric but I’ll always remember him as the man of large objects. I met him at UT Austin when I was working for the Department of Transportation Engineering, one of those hang-on-by-your-fingernails kind of jobs of which I’ve had so many. Eric was our secretary […]
