William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: mid-life crisis
“Fall back”
I got as close to the light as I could though it was all gray and not much to speak of, and there in the corner of the window a stink bug fanned the glass with a limp leg, and … Continue reading
‘Wax and wane’
By the time we got to the end of October I was done with it. The Halloween decals on the windows, the witches and skulls…it seemed to go on forever, like it should have been over by now. The skeleton … Continue reading
Posted in death, writing
Tagged aging, Cocteau Twins, death, Halloween, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, prose, Scotland, sentiment, short form, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer
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The same deep water as you
We went back to the old elementary school, Charlotte’s last year, for the annual Halloween bash. Dawn and I stood in the playground feeling tired and out of sorts, trying to make out the identities of kids running by as … Continue reading
Posted in identity, Memoir, writing
Tagged aging, Halloween, identity, LGBT, marriage equality, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, parenting, Scotland, sentiment, The Cure, William Pearse writer
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October 21, 2018 (Sunday) Muted mornings of fog, leaving for work in the 6 o’clock hour and not getting home until 5, wondering if it’s going to pay off, this new job. Dawn saw the bob cat again by the … Continue reading
October 14, 2018 (Sunday) Sadly, I let myself get too annoyed often and it cut into my enjoyment of life. We rode in the Pilot to the pumpkin patch, all six of us, and I reminded Loren and Lily to … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, prose, writing
Tagged aging, journal writing, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, parenting, short form, stream-of-consciousness, Ulysses
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‘Cuts you up’
Lily (who now goes by Lee) and I drove to the Teanaway river valley on the east side of the Cascades, stopping at a Safeway in the small town of Cle Elum for junk food. I didn’t bring the guts … Continue reading
Posted in identity, Memoir, parenting
Tagged camping, existentialism, family, identity, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, pacific northwest, sentiment, William Pearse writer
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Top down
On the first foggy morning of late September the daylight cut itself in half and the moon looked full as we drove home from our birthday celebration for Charlotte. We climbed the steps to bed, the three of us (Dawn … Continue reading
Posted in prose, writing
Tagged autumn poetry, mid-life crisis, mindfulness, pacific northwest, short form, short prose, William Pearse writer, work-life balance
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