Posted by Barely Knit Together on Jan 2, 2010 in
Creative Nonfiction,
Writing
I still have the postcard, buried somewhere in a keepsake box beneath wedding photos, the abstract finger paintings of my children, photographs, ephemera.
On it, a friend’s scribbled writing dashed off hurriedly; I was grateful to receive anything at all from him on this journey across country with his family.
He told me of New York, the [...]
Tags: Le Figaro Cafe, mourning, Phillip
Posted by Barely Knit Together on Oct 5, 2009 in
Creative Nonfiction,
Writing
The house I grew up in is now a store. A running and walking shoe store, to be exact. The point is, you can walk in whenever they’re open and see the dining room where I played piano and made up songs about my brother’s stuffed animals, the kitchen where I learned of my parents’ [...]
Tags: childhood, memory, mourning, youth
Posted by Barely Knit Together on Oct 4, 2009 in
Creative Nonfiction,
Writing
The weather is like this: cooler, when you can just put on a sweater and only feel as if maybe a coat would have been better. The leaves are falling and smell of sweetness and decay. The crisp football air feels good.
But there is an argument. This homecoming game littered with high school angst is [...]
Tags: loss, memory, mourning, suicide