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High Dive

I was twelve. Twelve and fat.

I stood at the end of the high diving board, frozen with fear. From there, the water seemed twice as far away as it looked from poolside. I had to jump. Losing face was too high a price to pay, so turning back was out of the question.

I was in Phoenix, spending …[MORE]

November 7, 2009 | Category: Thinly Veiled Memories | One comment

Epicurean Delight

I’ve heard it said that some people eat just to live. I can’t imagine such a thing. At every age, at every weight, at every pants size, eating has been one of the singular pleasures of my life. I enjoy the sensation of food in my mouth. My tongue celebrates flavors. The act of sharing …[MORE]

November 5, 2009 | Category: The Flotsam of Existence | Leave a comment

The Toad Elevating Moment

Recently I’ve been watching a six-part documentary about Monty Python on the Independent Film Channel (IFC). It has brought me great joy. Thanks to this documentary, I’ve discovered that the airing of Python on the Dallas PBS station in the early seventies—the very programs I watched as a teenager—was the first ever American airing of …[MORE]

November 3, 2009 | Category: The Flotsam of Existence | One comment

What's In A Name?

I vacillated over the subtitle of this blog: should it be “A writer’s journal” or “A writer’s journey”? Both are somewhat accurate.

I was born a writer. I recall being a writer as far back as first or second grade. I wrote a newspaper parody in fourth grade and started my first novel by the age …[MORE]

November 1, 2009 | Category: Writing About Writing | One comment
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