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Tags: dysfunctional families, forgiveness, memoir, nonfiction, parenthood, writing
Author: Jennifer T. 11 Users are Following
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Thug lifeDec 21, 2009
We have family in town for the next week, so things may be quiet around here. In the meantime, Happy End-of-December and Merry New Year! And be on the lookout for these guys -- I'm not sure if they are carrying little Christmas trees or spiky...
A sense of placeDec 19, 2009
My writing desk sits in our guest room. It is a lovely, large room, with viridian walls and a set of French doors that lead out to the deck. There is enough space for a queen-sized bed, three bookcases, my battered oak desk, and an antique armoire with...
Berkeley typeDec 15, 2009
There’s a man with thick silver hair who will save me. I’ll run into him at Good Vibrations or while thumping melons at the Berkeley Bowl. Eyes quizzical, brow scrunched, I'll ask his advice as I peruse the erotica or the tomatoes. “How do I pick a...
A virulent strain of griefDec 11, 2009
I’ve been reading a lot about death lately, death and long hospitalizations and the kind of hope that people with sick children cling to, a stretched kind of hope that comes with chemotherapy and radiation and surgery. When I started writing for...
GoldenDec 8, 2009
I finally stopped running.
The routine felt oppressive and there was all that huffing and puffing. Everything went by so fast, the bungalows of Berkeley a blur, the friendly cats passed in a leap, the crazies of University Avenue or MLK deftly avoided...
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