Death Becomes Her
When real life imitates art.
When real life imitates art.
I’m working mightily to get my love letter to Lake George out in the world.
Learning by doing, on the side of the highway.
Where I ask the ghost of Nora Ephron to stand on my shoulder and poke me in the eye or otherwise get me to pay attention.
Such a lovely selection of girls, Gladys thought. She could easily choose one here for her David. Or rather, David should pick somebody out. One of them…
“You’re a jerk.”
“No, you’re a jerk.”
Daniel brushed Diamond’s tail with the coarse brush until it felt like silk.
“At least I have prospects…
Isobell was sick of wearing black. Her beloved Frank had passed some time ago; exactly how long, she could no longer recall. It simultaneously felt like yesterday and years ago. But she did know she was tired of somber clothing and the sadness it wrapped around….
My father orders black raspberry ice cream. The soft serve sits on the cone in a beautiful dark purple twist. Ick, my 7-year-old self says, greedily taking my own sprinkle-covered chocolate delight. Try it, my father says, putting the cone to my lips. I take a small…
Dusk was warm even by Southern Mississippi standards. The bugs were out with reckless abandon, and our after-work beers were drank at the back of the house, in the shade of the large water oaks….
I recently finished binge watching Godless, the Netflix Western set in the fictional New Mexico town of LaBelle, which is comprised almost entirely of women, with the exception of the stray oldster and youngster, due to all the men folk being killed in one fell swoop….
