A work-in-progress, the following piece is a writing assignment produced for The Center of Fiction’s Active Storytelling course taught by Judy Sternlight. An Innocent Banter “I forgot.”Silence. “It’s not that big of a deal, really …”“Yeah, right.”“So, what now?”“Uhm, I’m not sure.” Subtext Version 1 Clutching the calendar with today’s date circled in bright blue and highlighted inContinue reading “Subtext & Dialogue: Hidden Emotion”
Tag Archives: family
remembering mama
I strongly suspect Mom single-handedly supported Hallmark during the late 70s and 80s.
The Greatest Life is the One You Choose to Live
Life and death anniversaries have become my totems.
The smell of Christmas is in the air
The layout of the house imprints itself on my memory.
home is where the heart is
Brooklyn was everyone’s home of choice; it is mine, too.
cara mia siracusa
Da amare incondizionatamente.
Weekend Warrior: Go West
Go West! To Western Pennsylvania, that is. Chester and I started our journey to Lake City, PA after rush hour on Friday morning. It was part one of a 4-day affair. Friday, May 5 It’s raining, it’s pouring but a girl still needs her coffee. We stop at Davy’s Hot Dogs in Mount Arlington, a kitschy-styled Swiss chalet, justContinue reading “Weekend Warrior: Go West”
right here, next to me
There are some days, even now nearly four years since my Dad died when I find myself thinking he is still alive. It is a fleeting moment, lasting thirty seconds or less. It lingers in the air like smoke from a snuffed out candle. Sunday morning, not quite 2 AM, an evening in with theContinue reading “right here, next to me”
the secret of life…
Best friends, you can never have too many of them in your lifetime. And rest assured that you will have many. It’s like that poem that has circled mailboxes and inboxes for decades, detailing the cycles of friendship and life, about how and why people shuffle in and out of it. As the words go:Continue reading “the secret of life…”
repercussions
numb, stoic, empty that’s how i feel. lost, confused trying to make sense of overwhelming every day chaos times two. foolish, i believed caring for my mom would prepare me for right now. impossibly not. back then dad and i had to learn to be close, friends. i didn’t count on that dynamic changing soContinue reading “repercussions”
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