My maternal grandfather was named E. P. Crocheron. He was an architect and artist who studied in France and spoke French to me when I was une petite enfant. “Attencion” in his gruff voice snapped me back from whatever fantasy my 5-year-old mind was spinning. He had hairy arms and hands that he proudly showed […]
About What?
So if I were to write my story, what would it be about? All the good bits—as I’ve jokingly threatened? Or would I fill pages with fear, abandonment, and the longing for something that seemed just out of reach? Or pure joy? Everything feels true, but how much wraps up this one glorious adventure of […]
Your Own Opera
My first lover named his premier record album “Old Number One.” Decades after being divorced from a different man—I still refer to my ex-husband as “old number one”. First attempts at love and marriage have no guarantees. Both events broke my heart—one in a year and the other took 12 years. I […]
