The fragility of marriage

From my book, Severe Silence (http://amzn.to/2u0ZDbx) He was sitting on the couch and talking. I could see he was depressed. As he spoke, he began to put on his socks; thin, turquoise men's socks. I watched, noticing the design, what kind of toe they had. He had one sock on and while putting on the second, noticed some imperfection. Calmly he removed both socks and threw them into the fireplace. One landed on a burning log and immediately began to flare and glow. The second landed farther to the side and suffered for a while until it too began to smolder. I felt cruel, watching, fascinated as the socks burned, each in its own way. These burning socks are like our marriage, I thought, still c

I pretended so hard to be a proper wife

From my book, Severe Silence (http://amzn.to/2u0ZDbx) I pretended so hard to be a proper wife, but a passionate, free-spirited woman inside kept screaming to be expressed. Finally the moment came when my body could no longer contain both women. It began with a series of mysterious ailments over the course of several months and culminated in a severe attack of shingles right in the middle of my back, the only place I couldn't reach to scratch. I stood in the doorway rubbing my itching back against the doorframe, crying in pain and frustration, understanding exactly where these escalating illness were leading. This inner conflict could actually kill me. I could no longer keep putting off the i

Headline Collage: A glimpse into your inner world

“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.” Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale I have always loved words and language. When I was in high school in Toronto, Canada, my English teacher was obsessed with the word “linoleum.” He announced that if he ever had a daughter, that’s what he would name her. I can relate to that. The journalist Richard J. Needham visited our school to give a talk. In Wikipedia Needham is described as “a kindly man who enjo

It all started with a lion

Did you ever have the feeling that you are bursting inside with something that just has to be expressed?  Something you can no longer contai

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