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I bought it for a quarter at a church’s rummage sale during an Indian Summer in Connecticut. This worn out, almost tattered book grabbed me and I read it in one sitting, only to find the last page missing. To this day, although I have read the end of the story numerous times in other books, I cannot remember it, as if it were only contained in the old paperback from a church’s rummage sale.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.15.2009 @ 4:11 pm


You didn’t shower, didn’t brush your teeth, didn’t wash your hair, didn’t… Not really appetizing…

» Posted By Taddy On 09.14.2009 @ 7:04 pm

What is it about men who claim to be in love, who claim to care, who claim to want us so bad, but who can spend an entire weekend without a shower, without basic hygiene?

» Posted By Taddy On 09.14.2009 @ 7:03 pm

Precious moment of alone-ness, no interruption, no questions, no power play, just the pleasure of warm water, fragrant soap, and my thoughts. Deep emotions processed with the spray, water and tears.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.14.2009 @ 7:00 pm

Spring surprise, sudden freshness in the dusty air, trampled leaves and fallen nests. We run, laughing in the rain, barefoot and happy for this sudden downpour in the desert.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.14.2009 @ 6:57 pm


There is barely a mark in the bark of the centuries-old oak tree, hardly a visible trace of the car which hit it at over 60 miles an hour. Four young lives cut short that night, four others forever broken.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.13.2009 @ 6:02 pm

For the longest time I thought that oaks were relatively small trees, not much bigger than olive trees, with small, shiny leaves. Such were the oaks in Provence–nothing like the large, majestic trees that line the path here, large in their trunk and large in their leaves.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.13.2009 @ 6:00 pm


“How do you drive a Belgian crazy? You tell him there is a French fry in a corner while he stands in a round room.” We thought that very funny when we were in elementary school…

» Posted By Taddy On 09.12.2009 @ 4:17 pm

As she contemplated the napkins with perfectly creased corners on elegant plates, she realized the futility of it all, this grandstanding of luxury which only masked the mediocrity of guests and hosts alike.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.12.2009 @ 4:15 pm

From the corner of his eyes, he saw them, in a tight embrace under the door. They weren’t moving, just holding onto each other, eyes closed, so possessed with each other that the madness of the city had vanished around them.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.12.2009 @ 11:15 am

Turning the corner into a more familiar street she let herself slow down a bit, catch her breath, before she looked over her shoulder again, checking for the silhouette that had been following her since she had walked out of the metro station.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.12.2009 @ 11:12 am

Punished and mad, justice mocked, rage and revolt. Sent to the corner because I had stood up for what was right, spoken the truth , set the record straight. Not even there was justice just. Not at home, not at church, not at school. And yet I still believed…

» Posted By Taddy On 09.12.2009 @ 11:11 am


She had been told so many times that she was logical, that her logic, her reasoning were impeccable, impressive even, that she had let herself not feel anymore. She had silenced her heart and stopped taking hints from her gut. And as a result she had started feeling empty.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.11.2009 @ 5:06 pm

Not emotional, rigorous, indisputable, and who cares how you feel, what you feel, that does not matter, what matters is a miind talking to another mind, convincing logically with ifs and thens and therefores.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.11.2009 @ 5:04 pm


Fragrant spring air, undeserved miracle after an eternity of ice and gray skies, intoxicating joy of new beginnings and earth ever-giving, dance to the moon and the sun, love.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.10.2009 @ 12:24 pm

My child, today, on his eighteenth birthday… pure flower, promise of a brighter future despite the clouds and the threats, gift to the world, gift to my life and its only meaning.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.10.2009 @ 11:06 am


I am not sure I ever knew what I wanted, so was haunted was I by what I was supposed to want. It took me years, and the process is far from over, to start figuring it out. With words and with colors, uses formerly forbidden, slowly it emerges, in images and metaphors.

» Posted By taddy On 09.09.2009 @ 8:05 am

I wanted to speak and could only utter silence. I wanted to sing and could only let out a croak. I wanted to write and could only scratch a cliché. I wanted to paint and could only erase. I wanted to be and could only pretend.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.08.2009 @ 7:27 pm

Wanted: true talent of any kind, as long as it is real and creates beauty. Wanted: the ability to create something that will take someone’s breath away. Wanted: the means to translate to the outside the universe inside and the glory of a vision.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.08.2009 @ 7:22 pm


It started as an odd feeling, like a passing chill on a warm day, coming from nowhere. But then it grew, squeezing the wind out of her, clenching her throat in a fist of pain, crushing her heart until she thought it would stop beating.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.07.2009 @ 5:19 pm


Did her attachment to smoking turn her into a selfish bitch, or did she smoke because she was a selfish bitch? Either way, I lost all respect and affection for her when I smelled the smell from her cigarettes in my baby’s hair, on my baby’s skin, and she wouldn’t even let me crack a window open to give him some fresh air.

» Posted By Taddy On 09.02.2009 @ 5:15 am

Oh that one!… light-headedness of the first drag, squinting with the first burst of pleasure, transgression, delight, risk, affirmation… Summers, burning sun, smell of pine trees, near-saphire sky, sound of water, taste of salt, ever-lasting friendship…

» Posted By Taddy On 09.02.2009 @ 5:11 am


Funny how we invoke fate to explain good things or bad things, but never indifferent, unremarkable ones. But if fate does exist, doesn’t it operate in all events, big and small, noticed and unnoticed? In the end, once again, humans think of themselves as special, and in that they are wrong.

» Posted By Taddy On 08.30.2009 @ 5:38 pm

When she heard the metallic sound of the mailbox shutting, she found herself holding her breath. There was no turning back. She had signed on the dotted line, made the decision final, and set herself for good on a path she could never have dreamed of.

» Posted By Taddy On 08.30.2009 @ 5:32 pm

Maybe fate is just a thin, invisible thread, knitted into a beautiful and infinitely complex lace pattern. But our human existence only inhabits a millimeter of it, and we have no idea of this grand and beautiful design which encompasses time and space into infinity.

» Posted By Taddy On 08.30.2009 @ 12:48 pm

As fate would have it, she heard that song again, a week or so later. Again, the unusual melody made its way into unexpected depths of her soul, eliciting emotions that no other piece of music had until then. She didn’t even know that such a sensation existed.

» Posted By Taddy On 08.30.2009 @ 12:39 pm


Summer peaches, juice dripping down children’s chins. Pleasure of the sweetness, wonderment of a gelatinous almond hidden under the coarse wood. Sometimes an earwig crawls out, eliciting squeals of surprise, fear and joy.

» Posted By Taddy On 08.29.2009 @ 6:04 pm


What a coincidence, for today the teacher sent her child to school and her heart aches beyond any ache she has ever experienced. She who preaches independence and the importance of letting go had to pull her own heart out to let go of her son

» Posted By Taddy On 08.28.2009 @ 3:40 pm


Is that how I feel right now, in a cage? Too many obligations, too many deadlines, too little time, each a bar. Golden cage though, I must admit, for these obligations and deadlines come with the happiness in my life.

» Posted By Taddy On 08.27.2009 @ 7:10 pm


Again, that word, that poison of human relationships, that toxic attitude, bred of arrogance, which makes dialogue impossible, which silences, which erases possibilities. When will we be rid of it? I assume never…

» Posted By taddy On 08.27.2009 @ 1:17 pm

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