October 13, 2019 I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home. —Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange I think of this quote when I’m climbing mountains high over the Hudson, an … Continue reading Before the River Brings You Home
On the day of the church potluck, Rosamond woke up before the sun. To say she woke up is slightly misleading, as she barely slept at all. Her back ached and her feet hurt. A dull pain that had started and continued as she grew heavier in the middle pulsed from heel to the bunions … Continue reading Rosamond, 1956
My grandmother, Rosamond, moved to Manhattan in the late 70s, some time after her divorce was finalized. She was in her early 50s and practiced at independence since she'd been primarily on her own throughout her marriage. It was time to secure a future, so she did just that. She worked as a receptionist at … Continue reading Rosamond, 1978 (Excerpt)
My grandmother told me, She said, her mother, Ruth, sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee warming her hands, waiting for her husband to come home and kiss her and tell her good things. Oh, how she loved to be told good things. Her sons all went about their business- tumbling in the … Continue reading Entry 102716 – Music on the hill
