I remember watching Moonstruck many years ago, with its stunning, jaw-dropping moon that hung like a brilliant disk in the night sky. It was the perfect touch in a quirky film populated by eccentric characters, as they pieced together their unusual love lives. But once in a blue moon (if we’re lucky), the stars seem […]
Coffee, Teeth, Journal, Run!
Wake up and run Alarm clock, hand slapping the buzzer. Rolling out of bed with a groan. Staggering to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror, then teeth, face, shuffling to the kitchen to switch on Mr. Coffee, then back to the bedroom. Blinking at the time, yes, a run is possible, no, a run will […]
No power. No wi-fi. NO FUN!
Terrible storms throughout the night. The dog, circling and scratching. Then, the sound of an explosion, 4 or 5 a.m. Either a tree went through the roof (it happens in our neighborhood), or – more likely – the transformer two houses away blew. My alarm is on AAs; it went off at the usual time. […]
When pigs fly…
Don’t you ever NOT feel like writing? my friend had asked on the phone the other day. I thought about that one. Not write? That’s a bit like not breathe, not eat, not love sexy shoes. When pigs fly, I thought, smiling at the images that popped into my mind. I always feel like writing, […]
Yellow shirts. Red wine. Squirrels on the roof.
Billboard from IKEA. Clouds like cobblestones against an inky sky. A train passes; we pick up speed, underground again, lights reflecting against windows. So few people. Behind me now. I feel him behind me now. It’s late. White shirts, blank faces, no babies or commuters. More white shirts. Good, I think he’s leaving. My black […]
Hands across the planet
So… what if I’m trying to do my morning writing, and “hands across the planet” is suddenly more than a slogan for an international non-profit? What if it is more than a dawning reverie of something resembling a sex life? What if I’m attempting to craft a morning missive, even a rambling reminiscence about something […]