Somebody asked me recently how it is that I can recall, in detail, the events from my life that I write about.
It struck me as an interesting question because I can’t imagine not being able to recall them – I swear it feels like some of them happened just a few days ago.
I don’t know why that is, or how I’m different from others, or whether I’m really that different at all – but stories from my past play out on what seems like a screen in my mind. I can see all the players, and I can see all the events. I can even sometimes look closely and see stuff I missed before.
Is it like that for you? Continue reading →
I can always find something I want at the Goodwill store.
Have you noticed there’s usually an item that catches your eye at Goodwill? I think it’s because most of their stuff reminds us of something we used to have. Maybe it’s an old Mr. Coffee which looks just like the one that always made your morning better. Or maybe it’s a jacket that’s reminiscent of a really warm coat you wish you hadn’t parted with.
A few years ago I was in a Goodwill store when I saw a desk I fell for immediately. It was sort of like a desk I’d had before, only better. Its color was a warm shade of cherry. Its lines were beautiful. And it was so big that its presence was, well, striking. Continue reading →
Gold is the color of my memories
They’re in soft focus, tinged in orange
And they smell of sage and honeysuckle
I go there a lot, more than I should
But I’m comfortable there, because I know what happens
There are no trick endings, plot twists or uncertainties
I know how everything turns out
But not everything turns out
Some of my memories aren’t finished yet
Maybe I can still make those ones turn out
Make them turn out gold, with a tinge of orange, smelling of sage and honeysuckle