the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

the benefactor

And she told this story: “When I was writing the last pages of ‘The Benefactor,’ I didn’t eat or sleep or change clothes for days. At the very end, I couldn’t even stop to light my own cigarettes. I had David stand by and light them for me while I kept typing.” When she was writing the last pages of “The Benefactor” it was 1962, and David was 10.

She was not a mom. Every once in a while, noticing how dirty David’s glasses were, she’d pluck them from his face and wash them at the kitchen sink. I remember thinking how it was the only momish thing I ever saw her do.

(from here)


march 1

“I have no past–the steps have disappeared
the wind has blown them away.”

~james kavanaugh

painting by kelly reemtsen