Posted on February 6, 2011 at 11:00am 1 Comment 0 Likes
Brass bells on a chain jangle as I push open the motel office door and step onto faded blue carpeting. A brass statue of Ganesha stands on the counter; orange and yellow marigolds float in a bowl at his feet. Ganesha holds a sitar. He wears a pointed crown, and his fat feet stand on an inverted lotus blossom. Orange light from the setting sun streams through the window at the far end of the room, which smells like incense and curry powder. A laminated sign lies flat on the worn, cracked,…
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I slog up the muddy Eagle Creek trail, even though it’s raining and I'll get drenched. The creek is full and there is water everywhere. I love the places where it just drips and the saturated moss is the most intense, indescribable green. I like to put out my tongue and lick the droplets off the moss…
ContinuePosted on December 21, 2010 at 2:05pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
I’m multitasking again, eating a quick supper of hummus and crackers while I fill out the United States Government’s endless online job application. Papers and file folders cover the dining room table. I’ve been at it for hours and when Mother calls, I’m so glad to be interrupted! She’s 89 now and asks the same questions over and over again in between stories about her childhood in Long Beach, California. Her family was Canadian and moved to California from Toronto…
Posted on October 23, 2010 at 10:16pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
Cloie Cohen said…
Meg Waite Clayton said… I just opened the door to the novelist group for you - welcome! You might introduce yourself by telling us what you’re working on in the “Show Me Your Novel and I’ll Show You Mine” discussion if you're not too uncomfortable talking about what you're working on. I’ll look forward to chatting with you!
Meg Waite Clayton said…
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