Entries Tagged as 'Mrs. Dalloway'

Tuesday, November 18th, 2014

Retraining

“No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book on the shelf, this having done with the triumphs of youth, lost herself in the process of living, to find it, with a shock of delight, as the sun rose, as the day sank.” — Mrs. Dalloway I’m retraining myself.  I stopped […]

Monday, September 29th, 2014

Riding Without Training Wheels

“It was an extraordinary beauty of the kind she most admired, dark, large-eyed, with that quality which, since she hadn’t got it herself, she always envied – a sort of abandonment. as if she could say anything, do anything…” — Mrs. Dalloway I’m 15 and on top of the three meter diving board. I’m standing […]

Monday, September 8th, 2014

Turning It Round In the Light

“…the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light.” — Mrs. Dalloway I make lunches at night now. For six years I’ve resisted spreading peanut butter on bread, pouring goldfish into bags, cutting fruit into bite-sized pieces every evening. I know why. It feels a bit like torture. I […]

Monday, August 4th, 2014

Ordinary Truth

“…and now and again some chime (it might be a motor horn) tinkling divinely on the grass stalks-all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now…” –Mrs. Dalloway He’s three and he makes up his own truth. He can fly. He’s a good […]

Monday, July 21st, 2014

Children On A Beach

“And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning – fresh as if issued to children on a beach.” –Mrs. Dalloway He lost his shovel. It was bright blue, plastic, purchased at a hardware store on the way to the beach for the sole purpose of digging in that sand on that day. He discovered quickly […]

Tuesday, July 1st, 2014

They Attach Themselves To Places

“…for women live much more in the past than we do, he thought. They attach themselves to places…” —Mrs. Dalloway It will be ten years in August. Ten years since we stood on the lawn of the Inn and said our vows in front of family and friends who had traveled there to be with […]

Monday, June 30th, 2014

Even The Places

“So that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places.” —Mrs. Dalloway We packed up and left. Uprooted ourselves for a month. Said adieu to routine and predictability, the comforts of home. More than once, we’ve wondered if this was the smartest choice. We drove […]

Tuesday, June 17th, 2014

The Sky Is Blue

“…wrapped in the soft mesh of grey-blue morning air…” –Mrs. Dalloway The patter of small feet down the hall and then to my bedside each morning is always followed by an announcement. “The sky is blue,” he says most mornings. Other days it’s “The sky is blue and grey.” Yesterday it was “The sky is […]

Tuesday, June 10th, 2014

In the Hands of Young Men

“The future lies in the hands of young men like that, he thought.” –Mrs. Dalloway He was picking up puzzle pieces – the oversized ones that fit together to create a scene almost the size of the rug. He brought them, one by one, to my mother, piling them up  next to her while she […]

Tuesday, May 27th, 2014

On The Other Side

“And of course she loved life immensely.” –Mrs. Dalloway I was on a bus last week, in one of the middle seats, my now almost first-grader by my side. She was holding my hand and peeking every once in a while to the boys sitting behind us. They were giggling. Just as I was starting […]

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