Posts Tagged: Anna Fonte
merry and sad
I love it when the snow starts falling on my blog. Here are some scenes that fit perfectly with the falling snow, to get you into the silent snowy night mood. If you pause here for a moment, the snow
merry and sad
I love it when the snow starts falling on my blog. Here are some scenes that fit perfectly with the falling snow, to get you into the silent snowy night mood. If you pause here for a moment, the snow
breadcrumbs
In the book I’m reading, I come across this passage: There is the old story of Somerset Maugham reading Proust while crossing the desert by camel, and to lighten his load he tore out each page after reading both sides
breadcrumbs
In the book I’m reading, I come across this passage: There is the old story of Somerset Maugham reading Proust while crossing the desert by camel, and to lighten his load he tore out each page after reading both sides
second person
In a writing class recently, we experimented with first and second person. Why not third? I don’t know, since it’s my favorite. To me, first person is sometimes too personal, and second is just too presumptuous, but third lets me
second person
In a writing class recently, we experimented with first and second person. Why not third? I don’t know, since it’s my favorite. To me, first person is sometimes too personal, and second is just too presumptuous, but third lets me
Grizzly Peak
“It’s getting really late so we should go soon.” “I’m almost ready, mom.” “I don’t know where Megan lives, so you’ll have to be the navigator.” “I said okay.” I stand at the open door watching my daughter stuffing things
Grizzly Peak
“It’s getting really late so we should go soon.” “I’m almost ready, mom.” “I don’t know where Megan lives, so you’ll have to be the navigator.” “I said okay.” I stand at the open door watching my daughter stuffing things
the hierarchy of desire
At table 8, she introduces herself (I am your hole-filler, your anonymous food-bringer, faceless feeder), takes their order, and scoots back to the kitchen where her boss, Mulholland, is waiting by the door. His lips are pursed, but he’s not asking for a kiss. “Full hands in, full hands out,” he reminds her, and his eyes inspect her so thoroughly it feels surgical.
the hierarchy of desire
At table 8, she introduces herself (I am your hole-filler, your anonymous food-bringer, faceless feeder), takes their order, and scoots back to the kitchen where her boss, Mulholland, is waiting by the door. His lips are pursed, but he’s not asking for a kiss. “Full hands in, full hands out,” he reminds her, and his eyes inspect her so thoroughly it feels surgical.
redux
First: I keep working like a maniac, thinking I’m making time to write at week’s end, but that time never happens. By Friday, my time is stale and moth-eaten and stuffed full of dirty laundry so starting next week, I’m going
redux
First: I keep working like a maniac, thinking I’m making time to write at week’s end, but that time never happens. By Friday, my time is stale and moth-eaten and stuffed full of dirty laundry so starting next week, I’m going
feather, finger, pen
The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. We went to pick up my daughter Gwyn from elementary school and then to a café where he treated her to a hot chocolate. Gwyn sits in her chair, swinging
feather, finger, pen
The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. We went to pick up my daughter Gwyn from elementary school and then to a café where he treated her to a hot chocolate. Gwyn sits in her chair, swinging
Where the hell have I been?
Working at my new job. Funny how part time takes all your time, right? Doing the summertime juggle: keeping two under-scheduled children in the air for 98 hours a week. (Wheeee!) (How does she do it?) Just got back from
Where the hell have I been?
Working at my new job. Funny how part time takes all your time, right? Doing the summertime juggle: keeping two under-scheduled children in the air for 98 hours a week. (Wheeee!) (How does she do it?) Just got back from
Things You’re Not Supposed to Say out Loud (a Long List)
John teases me relentlessly, but I do it anyway: before we go out to a party or any other place where I might find myself face-to-face with people I don’t know (PIDK), I make a list of things to talk
Things You’re Not Supposed to Say out Loud (a Long List)
John teases me relentlessly, but I do it anyway: before we go out to a party or any other place where I might find myself face-to-face with people I don’t know (PIDK), I make a list of things to talk
finding vivian maier
The other day, I stole some time and took myself to see Finding Vivian Maier, a now-playing documentary about a stunningly talented street photographer whose body of work was discovered at an auction near the end of her life, when
finding vivian maier
The other day, I stole some time and took myself to see Finding Vivian Maier, a now-playing documentary about a stunningly talented street photographer whose body of work was discovered at an auction near the end of her life, when
Barrington Hall
The noise was big enough to bust through the front door of my apartment building, stomp down the long, dark hall, pound up two dusty carpeted flights of stairs, and wedge itself under the door of my studio apartment. It
Barrington Hall
The noise was big enough to bust through the front door of my apartment building, stomp down the long, dark hall, pound up two dusty carpeted flights of stairs, and wedge itself under the door of my studio apartment. It
blinders
Once you start noticing something, you can’t unnotice it. Once you’ve seen, you have a responsibility to continue seeing. There are many things I can’t stop myself from seeing: My to-do list at work. Homeless people. Tattoos. Old people trembling in
birdbrain
On the sofa with my laptop, I’m trying to go through all the proper motions of this writing thing when Plum, our cat, jumps up beside me. “Go away,” I grump. “I’m busy.” She rubs her cheek against the edge
birdbrain
On the sofa with my laptop, I’m trying to go through all the proper motions of this writing thing when Plum, our cat, jumps up beside me. “Go away,” I grump. “I’m busy.” She rubs her cheek against the edge
smackdown
(A sea of darkness surrounds a boxing ring glowing as bright as a neon disco floor in a pitch black nightclub.) MC: Welcome mateys and estrogen, Portnoys and pearls, to the ultimate fight, an epic karmic kerfuffle, the Last Circle
roadside attraction
My stepmother’s eyes bulging with anger, my father’s lips pressed into a flat line: this was what I held the laminated menu in front of my face for. So I couldn’t see them. See or be seen. Behind creamed corn
roadside attraction
My stepmother’s eyes bulging with anger, my father’s lips pressed into a flat line: this was what I held the laminated menu in front of my face for. So I couldn’t see them. See or be seen. Behind creamed corn
