Monthly Archives: May 2021

The mother mystique. An eleven-year-old girl once wrote. We all started out as normal, average children. Line 4 Mom In The Movies. Line 5 I raised my children on the great old movies that delighted actors. Refrain 1 The mother … Continue reading →

Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outside. The children speak to me on Fern Hill. There is a difference between strength and “Viva La Difference.” Line 4 Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new. Line … Continue reading →

Katrin is at the Shubert Theater. Mama is Mady Christmas. Papa is Elizabeth Bishop. Line 4 We are the Peanut Players. Line 5 I am Schroeder. Refrain 1 Katrin is at the Shubert Theater. Line 7 We are playing the … Continue reading →

The tules and grasses grew back, and willows in their upper branches. Those things had happened right under our feet. Every petal of blue lupin is edged with white. Line 4 The changes in lighting are extensive. Line 5 The … Continue reading →

For as long as I could remember, the small house I grew up in had been home. Barbara Bel Geddes and I follow each other around. We’re not stuck outside, we’re working all day on docks. Line 4 Mama, Papa, … Continue reading →

The Salinas Valley is in Southern California. I remember my childhood names for secret gardens and special flowers. I remember where a toad may live and where special Martins awaken in the summer. Line 4 Wherever I got such an … Continue reading →

J.D. Salinger The Last Interview. The main character is right. We get to the end of a sentence, and realize what we’ve read before. Line 4 I am hoping that as we continue to improve, and refine our characters, we … Continue reading →

At night, they stand around and want me to eat more ice cream. Especially the people in the bunny slippers, who keep dragging the dog around in the cart. They insist on having car windows listed in the living room, … Continue reading →

William Powell and Myrna Loy didn’t care. They had a chance to fly around the living room. You haven’t seen my version of Casablanca, Elsa Lund. Since I’ve found seven wives and seven brothers dancing on the stage, I’ve never … Continue reading →

The other night we went to dinner. There’s no such thing as a wife, there’s only a sweetheart. How beautiful a ballet she is. Line 4 See, that’s me. Line 5 Just plain and simple, and that’s how it’s always … Continue reading →