I’m in Atlanta, reconnecting with old friends and staying with my sister Laine. I lived here from 1978 to 1989. It was here that I confirmed my life in show business. I moved here from Albuquerque after doing my first … Continue reading The Love Part of the Tour
The man at Ace Hardware said “This is the hatchet I would want,” and he pulled down a small axe, with an embossed leather sheath. “Nice,” I said, resisting the urge to run my finger down the sharp blade, “but … Continue reading Picking a Good Hatchet
I lay like a dead thing for nearly eleven hours, except for that one time I got up to pee. Struggling out of my stupor, I tried to orient myself. “Where am I? Oh, yes. I’m on the couch at … Continue reading Desperate Move
I dug my fingernails into the stem, forcing the woody fibers apart. “Damn you, plant! Get out of that pot!” I tore at the beautiful green thing, crying in desperation. I wanted to keep the pretty green glass container that … Continue reading Botanical Crime of Passion
My ponytail palm has offed itself. I think it perceived my feelings that day a few weeks ago, when I stopped to consider what I would do with it when I moved out. I stood looking at it, thinking, “It’s … Continue reading My ponytail palm has offed itself.
We stood in the wet grass, in the grey drizzle. His green eyes were full of sympathy, the lowering clouds above a perfect counterpoint to the weight in my chest. I knew it was over, no reprieve. I begged, “Kiss … Continue reading Last Times
I walked down the hallway in the Seattle airport in 1956, my nose buried in my new Little Golden book. We were leaving our home and friends to go live in Alaska, at Eielson Air Force Base, and the book … Continue reading Letting Go of Books