This Image, which I call Victorine Trembled because it says so, is created on a page from a Victorian romance novel that I indulged myself with in 2008 while I was living in Pawtucket, RI. It was a hefty book and I don’t recall its title but the heroines name…

I wrote a piece a while ago about how snarky the country seems to have become, about how it used to be, when one was out and about, that the folks you passed by might acknowledge your existence with a nod of their head or a quick meeting of smiling…

On the mornings 27th and 28th of this month — April — I had nightmares shortly before awakening. The one on the 27th had the feel of a ‘normal’ nightmare and I awoke a little breathless, glad to be awake, but having forgotten whatever had been so disturbing in the…

It started early: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” How the F do I know? I’m five or seven or ten years old. I know for sure that I like peanut butter… and reading, yeah, I like reading a lot. …

On Losing My Mind I turn 77 this year, six months from this moment that I’m writing about this, and I can’t help but wonder if what is happening to me is going to get worse. I have to admit, I have always had a dreadful memory. In retrospect, I…

I am an old, ordained minister. I was once a young attractive woman. As a young, attractive woman I was abducted twice, literally grabbed off the street one of those times. I managed to fight off one of those attackers. The other raped me… at knife-point. …

“Speaking in tongues, also known as glossolalia, is an activity or practice in which people utter words or speech-like sounds, often thought by believers to be languages unknown to the speaker.” Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speaking_in_tongues Free association is the expression (as by speaking or writing) of the content of consciousness without censorship…

I despise surprises. I know that there are people who just love to be surprised, hence, I suppose, the existence of so-called surprise parties. I would probably wet myself of I opened a door and twenty people screamed at me. Life is already full enough of surprises, hence the common…

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I didn’t know about ‘goals’ back then; nobody talked about goals, certainly not to me; I was just a kid. I was a kid who did not grow up in what anyone could call ‘a…