I am in here.
So if I did write my story, what would it be about? Maybe it would be a ridiculously artful story about a storyteller who tells everyone else’s story to perfection, but can’t verbalize her own. But that’s simply too cute. It would also be very easy to get lost in it while writing it, and … Continue reading my story: reasons for
New York City is, as I had thought it would be, busy being New York City. As the plane passed over Manhattan on its way to LGA, I could see even that its wound is healing: the WTC site, from the air, looks much less like the site of a disaster, and rather now the … Continue reading nyc
So the bag is not packed, but that doesn’t take much. I hated the endless kvetching over clothes — exactly which ones to take or not, the innumerable shopping trips — that Mom did when I was a kid. I wear mostly the same outfit. Just need to remember to take a jacket and sweater. … Continue reading late at nite
white pebble 