Hehe. When my grandmother passed away I scarfed up her faux-leopard coat, hat and purse. The coat didn't fit me so I gave it to one of my daughter's friends. I do wear the hat and the purse upon occassion.
...burning baby fish swimming all round your head.
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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SailAweigh - Mar 16, 2005 1:44:02 pm PST #646 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Scrappy - Mar 16, 2005 1:44:34 pm PST #647 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
No woman had ever gone all the way around the lake, not without a man along to do the "heavy" work. Lem, their brother, laughed at both of them when they asked to borrow the boat. He told them both not to make spectacles of themselves. He warned them they could get hurt. Lalie snapped her fingers at him and started untying the bow.
Cora and Lalie didn't tell anyone else about their plans, but by duskof the perfect end-of-summer day, a crowd had gathered. Most of the folks from the cabins on the shore had gathered near Isaacson's store. There was some hooting and catcalling when their skirts rode up as they carried the boat over the pier, some cheering, but everyone was watching. Lem took the mooring rope from Lalie's hand. This time when she snapped her fingers, he smiled. Lem mentioned the boat trip at Cora's funeral. He was proud folks still remembered it 60 years later. "I was there to see them off" he said.
Amy - Mar 16, 2005 3:01:54 pm PST #648 of 10001
Because books.
They’d made me redundant, my sons.
Theirs were the names on Ivy’s tongue, the hair smoothed beneath her hand, the dreams that quivered beneath her lashes as we lay in bed each night. They were the reason for the spicy perfume of apple brown betty in the kitchen, the carefully planned excursions to the seashore, the sleek piano in the parlor with its full-throated song, every penny she secreted away for rainy days to come.
Maurice was her lifeline when Bernard drowned. I grieved for the sons I never had a chance to know, the wife who had abandoned me for motherhood.
Jesse - Mar 16, 2005 4:33:15 pm PST #649 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Has anyone pointed Sophia to photo 9? Because it's so her!
Edit: You know what, she's never around, but I'm going to email it to her.
deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2005 4:46:24 pm PST #650 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Has anyone pointed Sophia to photo 9? Because it's so her!
lightbulb goes off
THAT'S why the girl in the photo looked so familiar! I was actually wondering, in livejournal, where I'd met her.
Steph L. - Mar 16, 2005 4:47:43 pm PST #651 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
I admit, as soon as I saw that photo, I thought of Sophia.
deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2005 5:12:52 pm PST #652 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm actually working on some edits to Cruel Sister right now. This is the first I've done on the book since the flooring insanity began, and it may work to my advantage, since the six or so week hiatus away from the book brings me to it with fresh eyes.
Steph L. - Mar 16, 2005 6:13:09 pm PST #653 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
For Photo 7:
That day was the last time I saw Robert. We had slipped away from our offices, meeting in the park across from his hospital. Sitting so close that I could make out the brown fleck in the blue of his left eye, I wondered if the warmth I felt was from the sun dappled across our backs, or from his arm brushing mine.
His voice cracked as he said, "I have some news." It seemed that his uncle, who managed the family trust, had seen us one afternoon at the theatre before the lights had fully dimmed, watching as Robert brushed my cheek with his fingertips.
Research, Robert said, took money. He couldn't risk that.
Three months later, he and Susan were married.
Lee - Mar 16, 2005 6:25:57 pm PST #654 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My God, I love those women. I loved them within a month of meeting them, and I still love them, even now that two of us are dead. We called ourselves the Fantastic Five, knowing full well we were a decade past the time for Fantastic Fives. It fit us, somehow, just as we fit with each other. I still remember the night we took that picture. It was late one night, a week or so before Spring Break our freshman year. Janet wanted pictures of us to show her parents, to prove we were all proper young ladies.
I’m pretty sure she didn’t show them this one.
sj - Mar 16, 2005 7:30:32 pm PST #655 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
"Look at Me" Challenge picture #4 .
I don’t know why my husband insisted on taking this picture. We have been married for five years, and there’s still so much I don’t understand about him. It was a Tuesday afternoon; I was sweaty, tired, and uncomfortable from kneeling on the rocks. He came down to the river and said he needed to take my picture. He said I looked especially beautiful in that moment. Beautiful while doing laundry? I told him he was talking crazy, and he responded by saying I am always beautiful. Maybe someday I will be able to see me the way he does.