blustery beach(es)

  • Post category:Places
  • Reading time:2 mins read

My parents used to live near the beach, when there was a racetrack across the street. Now, houses are there, painted in too many colours. We walk slowly down the boardwalk and my mother points out trees to my father - "This one is so big now!" She tells me…

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retreat

  • Post category:Writing
  • Reading time:1 mins read

Visiting my parents is often so much like a ready-made writing retreat. The house is quiet, softly lit, often sleepy. The TV returns seven channels and there is not much in the way of distraction. I sit straight up, I do crosswords from the paper, I write hundreds of words…

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