Tag Archives: suburbs

Lisbeth Salander will have her reckoning

Posted on February 23, 2019 by pinklightsabre

The upsetting quality of the music I play. The look of my hair after several days without shampoo. The sense I should be outside but don’t feel like it, the look of the snow after it finally seeps into our … Continue reading →

Posted in prose, writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, humor, life, mindfulness, nostalgia, prose, stream-of-consciousness, suburbs, the nature of art, William Pearse writer, writers block, writing | 14 Comments

The long wind down

Posted on June 20, 2018 by pinklightsabre

On the last day of spring I walked to the lake in the morning, just past 5. It was light like it had been that way all day. I’d been up since 4, with the sounds of birdsong and fans … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, writing | Tagged American suburbs, high functioning anxiety, humor, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, suburbs, summer solstice, William Pearse writer | 19 Comments

The Oxford comma

Posted on June 1, 2018 by pinklightsabre

Dawn said there’s a cheaper treatment for lice, where you just put mayonnaise on your head and tie it off in a bag and then wait a couple hours, and they die from the oils. I learned about the Oxford … Continue reading →

Posted in parenting, prose, writing | Tagged humor, pacific northwest, parenting, prose, stream-of-consciousness, suburbs, William Pearse writer | 16 Comments

Lines (of longitude and latitude)

Posted on May 30, 2018 by pinklightsabre

Though the tree is dead, it’s home to a lot of bugs, birds and bats, you can tell by the holes. It’s like the abandoned factory across the street from our apartment in Philadelphia that became home to the homeless, … Continue reading →

Posted in prose, writing | Tagged art, artists life, pacific northwest, Philadelphia, prose, short form, Sponge Factory, stream-of-consciousness, suburbs, William Pearse writer, Wire the band | 12 Comments

Discreet Music | January 7, 2018

Posted on January 7, 2018 by pinklightsabre

The dog’s hind leg shifts like a coal in the wood stove, stirs, then settles in. It’s Sunday and I vowed to cook, read, build a fire and that’s it. Spent half of it online reading consumer reviews of cars … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, writing | Tagged blogging, creative nonfiction, humor, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, postaday, stream-of-consciousness, suburbs, William Pearse writer | 23 Comments

Straw-colored grass, a bed of needles

Posted on July 26, 2017 by pinklightsabre

The owl-eyed veterinarian talks too fast, wears her hair in a bun. The bun’s so tight it makes her eyes bulge. It’s always the same, we care about our dog and cat’s health, we start with good intentions. But her … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, prose | Tagged cats, humor, Maxfield Parrish, prose, suburbs, summer grilling, William Pearse writer | 29 Comments

Portrait of a house cat eating a bird one Thursday

Posted on April 21, 2017 by pinklightsabre

Charlotte and I sat at the breakfast nook eating frozen pizza and watching our cat Roxy eat a bird. I watched Charlotte watching Roxy for a few bites before she realized what Roxy was eating and was glad when she … Continue reading →

Posted in parenting, prose, writing | Tagged aging, Cocteau Twins, creative nonfiction, humor, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, prose, Seattle, suburbia, suburbs, William Pearse writer | 7 Comments