As I mentioned in a comment on Deb Kerry’s fantastic Monday post, I have trouble with endings, written or otherwise. When I come to the end of a novel, or anything else, I have trouble explaining things in simple ways. It’s a lifelong problem, and one I never considered all that much until this topic came around. I’d previously dismissed my trouble with endings as “overattachment” or “trouble tying up…
The last word I would ever use to describe my father is “absent.” He was — IS — one of the most involved, loving, supportive fathers I have ever met. Even when my career changes caught him by surprise, he never tried to discourage me and always became my number one fan. Last I heard, he’d managed to get his hospital to carry THE GIRLS’ GUIDE TO LOVE AND SUPPER…
“Is that dress new? Or was it repossessed?” It’s Fathers week at the Ball and as I sit here, thinking about what to say, I’m kind of at a loss. Not because there’s nothing to say, but because some people are more difficult to write about. Writing a post about my mom was pretty easy. If you’ve spent any time here, you know what my mom is like: gregarious, funny,…
Happy Fathers Day! Here are some of the literary fathers whom I find very memorable: Atticus Finch in To Kill A Mocking Bird by Harper Lee Reverend Maclean in A River Runs Though It by Norman Maclean Matthew Cuthbert in Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery (not technically a father, but a close-enough father-figure, I think) Bull Meechum in The Great Santini by Pat Conroy Dr. Murry in A…
The problem with telling “LMAO” stories is that, 99.9% of the time, you had to be there. For instance, here are three incidents that had me crying with laughter: * The time in college when my roommate, who sucked at swallowing pills, tried to swallow one and came running down the hall gagging on it. Employing my lightning-fast (though misguided) reflexes, I leapt from my desk into the hallway, where…
