Spread the loveMy 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 […]
About What?
Spread the loveSo 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 […]
Your Own Opera
Spread the love 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. […]
