William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: identity
The letting go, again
Like the dog, I’ve started taking morning naps. One of the things I’ll miss most about contracting is these times, taking walks with the dog during sun breaks or running errands on weekdays, staying on top of the laundry. I … Continue reading
A piece of Richard Brautigan (for Loren)
The cat’s eyes have gone cloudy, or maybe it’s just my imagination. She spends most nights in the garage, which would explain the need for a thicker coat. And in the morning she pulls a pipe cleaner out of the … Continue reading
Posted in musings, writing
Tagged humor, identity, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, postaday, prose, William Pearse writer, writing
8 Comments
They know it’s time to go
After 89 days without a good rain it was definitive it would come back Sunday. We were gearing up for the first fire of the season, a stew, some red wine, music. We’d move the patio furniture to the garage, … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, musings
Tagged fall, fear, identity, Memoir, pacific northwest, Sandy Denny, self, sentiment, sentimentality, writing, yoga
16 Comments
‘Essence of Cessna’ | on success
Thirty-one years ago the film Pretty in Pink came out. We watched it on Netflix but didn’t remember anything: not Andrew McCarthy’s flickering eyes, nor Molly Ringwald’s quivering lips. Nor the scene with the two of them in a library … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, writing
Tagged 80s, identity, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, pacific northwest, parenting, Pretty in Pink, Prolapse, Puyallup fair, success, Taiwanese scotch, The Smiths, William Pearse writer, writing
12 Comments
One window ajar, first light on Pine Lake
I sat outside under a tree with King Tubby playing on my Bluetooth speakers and crocosmia fronds tickling the air, the moon a half melon, the whites of my nails. Talked to my dad across the country, the sound of … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting, prose
Tagged family, Father and Son, father identity, humor, identity, King Tubby, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, Patti Smith, prose, stream-of-consciousness, summer, travel, William Pearse writer
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Falling down days, deep July
A stark, backcountry walk along the roads of Grand Mound, Washington outside Centralia: its claim to fame the halfway point between Seattle and Portland. Across the road from the Great Wolf Lodge resort, a +21 legal weed pop-up called King … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting, prose
Tagged Great Wolf Lodge, humor, identity, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, small town America, stream-of-consciousness, summer
37 Comments