Entries Tagged as 'The Hours'

Tuesday, June 30th, 2015

Looking For The Words

“She may pick up her pen and follow it with her hand as it moves across the paper; she may pick up her pen and find that she’s merely herself, a woman in a housecoat holding a pen, afraid and uncertain, only mildly competent, with no idea about where to begin or what to write.” […]

Wednesday, June 10th, 2015

Transparently Smitten

“He is transparently smitten with her; he is comic and tragic in his hopeless love. He makes her think sometimes of a mouse singing amorous ballads under the window of a giantess.” –The Hours   He wraps his arms around me as tightly as he can. His legs too. “I don’t want you to go,” […]

Tuesday, March 24th, 2015

Merely Herself

“She may pick up her pen and follow it with her hand as it moves across the paper; she may pick up her pen and find that she’s merely herself, a woman in a housecoat holding a pen, afraid and uncertain, only mildly competent, with no idea about where to begin or what to write.” […]

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2015

She Waits Patiently For The Light

“She waits patiently for the light.” –The Hours It’s been dark lately. No sun in what feels like weeks, cold like we don’t usually have here for any sustained periods of time. It’s uninviting, dreary. I tell Nora and Miles that if there was a bit of snow, I’d push them out into it. We’d go […]

Tuesday, February 24th, 2015

He’s Four (Plus An Awesome Giveaway!)

“He holds up four fingers. ‘Good,’ she says. ‘Very good.’ At this moment she could devour him, not ravenously but adoringly, infinitely gently…She is full of a love so strong, so unambiguous, it resembles appetite.” –The Hours He thinks he can fly. He wants to. More than anything else, he wishes he could fly up […]

Thursday, February 12th, 2015

To Promise More

“What lives undimmed in Clarissa’s mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it’s perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to […]

Monday, February 2nd, 2015

The Thing Itself

“Still, this indiscriminate love feels entirely serious to her, as if everything in the world is part of a vast, inscrutable intention and everything in the world has its own secret name, a name that cannot be conveyed in language but is simply the sight and feel of the thing itself.” –The Hours  I had […]

Monday, January 26th, 2015

Old Friends, New Words

Nora had a friend over yesterday and they played quietly, writing books, drawing pictures, inventing stories they played out with their dolls. Miles was tired, curled up on the couch next to a line of his new cars, trying to rest his eyes in the middle of the day as the sun streamed down on […]

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