I was eleven when my father was diagnosed with cirrhosis. Mother and I visited him at the hospital a few times. He was scrawny and sad. I pitied him, but I was not too sorrowful. Only frightened. A few weeks later, on a September afternoon, mother picked me up from school. ‘We’ve brought father home … Continue reading When My Father Died I Did Not Cry
Resolutions that are not written are forgotten, so I’m noting mine here. Don’t die before publishing your story. Become a published author. Start writing your second novel before your first one is out. Write more and write better. Bury grandmother. Take grandfather to live with you and mother. Look after him well. Read at least … Continue reading There’s Much to Do In 2013
I will be in Oliver Colors's shadowy attic, listening to his love woes and artistic misfortunes, and writing them down for posterity. When the first snow fell this year I had the premonition that this will be my last New Year's Eve with Oliver. Maybe he will go before me, maybe I will go before … Continue reading Where Are You Spending New Year’s Eve?
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