the house where bad things happen

If I take a certain route when I’m walking my dog, I pass by the house where bad things happen. I cannot confirm that it is such a house, but I feel that it is. It is a ranch, sided with dark brown (vertical) clapboard. The lot it sits on is full of tall pine trees and much brush. The lot is marked by … Read More the house where bad things happen

poem for 2.17.05: February: Thinking of Flowers by Jane Kenyon

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Last night, I watched again one of my favorite movies. It’s probably been ten years since I last saw it and yet it remains a beloved as it was the first time I saw it (so often, I find a movie disappointing the second time around). 84 Charing Cross Road is a movie for bibliophiles, for writers, for Anglophiles, for romantics. Charming, funny, touching, … Read More Previous Post

Kathy Fish points readers of her blog to great new work from two talented writers: Famous Fathers by Pia Z. Erhardt (this story requires a log in–but it’s free so go ahead and sign up!) & The Film We Made About Dads, by Pasha Malla Thanks Kathy! I loved reading these.

It is quite possible that I am an impatient curmudgeon. I do sometimes have to stop myself from snapping at people. So perhaps my problem is that I am hateful or mean-spirited. OR maybe my problem is that I should be living in a hut/cave/cage in the middle of the woods or in a desert. OR maybe the problem is that some people are … Read More

21st CENTURY GRIEF: When personal tragedy is public domain, by Hannah Selinger epitomizes my favorite sort of writing–powerful, emotional, honest, real: Is it selfish of me to pull Molly away from network news and identify her as a real and specific part of my own life? She was wonderful and sweet and young and this was all very unexpected, and the newscasters could say … Read More

poem for 2.16.05: Homage to Sharon Stone by Lynn Emanuel

And the winner is… Carlee: The 5-year-old female with the soft eyes and gliding gait won best in show, beating a popular Norfolk terrier, a champion bloodhound and a wobbling Pekingese. Me? I was hoping for the Great Pyrenees.

This story Jurors Reject Zoloft Defense in Murders breaks my heart. Okay, so if you are not going to accept the Zoloft defense as “viable”–then why not look at why this child (12 years old is a child) was on Zoloft to begin with? And why not look at why he was strangling the other kid on the playground? Clearly, there was something not … Read More

New at Ink Pot: A Brief History of Bad LoveFlash Fiction by Chris Bachelder I’m in love with the image chosen to go with this piece–just perfect!

new this week: The Philosophy of Friendship by Kathryn Koromilas

Watched part of the Westminster Kennel Club 129th Annual Dog Show last night. Allen and I love to watch it–not just for the dogs but for the handlers (for instance, there was some woman in a long, black skirt with a slit up the back but underneath it she was wearing a just below the knee white slip, which was plainly visible. Why? And … Read More