Charlotte may have been the fragile baby, but I was the one with the problem. The short of it, akin to a plot from a frothy, clichéd soap opera: we had all grown up together, the Vine sisters and Sanford; I fell in love with Sanford somewhere along the way; he fell for Charlotte. And why …
The Wedding and the Web: Part 1
So while in the middle of a strange, hormone-fueled rage sometime in 2013, I wrote a short story one evening while sitting on the couch in our living room, not getting up and not pausing in my vicious scribbling (yep, I wrote in longhand in a spiral notebook like it was 1992) until I was finished, …
Les Poèmes.
Autumn: Brevity I pull open the doors for you, my intermittent love, eager to greet you with the cool kisses of yet another season. It does not bother me that you arrive once a year bearing your all-consuming brevity. It does not trouble me that I compete with the other colors in your world. When …
Blogtober (Redux) #19: On Traveling, Time Jumps, and Trailing WiFi
Oh, my dears. I'm back in the US of A after my whirlwind trip to Europe (see earlier posts). It was, in a word, incredible. There will be posts. So. many. posts. I'm dedicating every day of the rest of Blogtober to posting about this trip that took me on several journeys. From posts to …
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stand on an aged, wood floor like an evergreen.
Happy Official First Day of Autumn. You know how I feel about this season. Below is Mary Hamrick's poem about the season. Evocative. Autumn by Mary Hamrick Autumn is like an old book: Marred spines turn mean yellow, staples rust red-orange. Every stained page is stressed by a splat of color. Rough-red, like an …
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Your Elephant, After All.
and while the others gasped when you called me an elephant, I gazed at you with pride—as if you were mine, a lover armed with a compliment— and understood that you were hailing my ability to seemingly hold memory tightly in the palm of my hand, knowing the nuances and ridges of time and past …
About your Author: It’s Hot.
Apparently, winter hijacked springtime and then we went headfirst into midsummer. Yeah, tell me about it. How are you handling it? Lots of sundresses and sandals. But since the atmosphere at the OK Corral tends to be below zero, I still wear sweaters over my dresses and closed-toe shoes. It's very confusing. I can only imagine. …
Favorite Author Spotlight: Flannery O’Connor.
I discovered her in college. I'm surprised we didn't meet earlier, being that--other than my actual home--I lived in the library stacks. I stalked books, really; grabbing whatever my greedy hands could locate on the shelves, investigating, searching, making friends with the Dewey Decimal system. That said, I find it intriguing that in all my library …
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I’m Supposed to be Writing a Novel.
Yep.
The Age of Adaline.
First, here's the trailer. Now let's talk. Can I tell you that I cannot wait to see this film? It's everything This Square Peg loves about a good film and a good story, really: intrigue, a little romantical (not a word, but feel free to make it yours), mystery, a bit of sci-fi, and Harrison Ford. …
This Square Peg. 