I enjoyed this article in the New Yorker: “An Elegy for the Landline in Literature.” I’ve dealt with cell phones in my writing by never writing about them. Poof — they don’t exist. Likewise for computers and the web and … Continue reading
This story started here. At that moment, Mrs. Jessup came in with a tray with four big mugs of hot chocolate. She distributed them, and Mary and I took a sip as Mrs. Jessup sat down on the sofa. … Continue reading
This story started here. Mrs. Jessup came to the rescue. Apparently deciding that her duty to a guest outweighed her annoyance at being bullied into opening her parlor, she said, “What’s your name, dear? And would you like some … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer and I had been comfortably ensconced in our warm, cozy room for the evening. We each had a cup of coffee, and she was smoking her pipe. Things were usually pretty informal in … Continue reading
This story started here. Once she’d finished her surveillance of the situation on the beach below, my employer had put down the binoculars, resumed her seat, finished her coffee, and, as far as I could tell, eaten her tiny … Continue reading
I wrote this, back when “The Gates” was up in New York City: “They Draw Your Eyes Up“ (It amuses me to read that blog post now, just because the “everybody looks down all the time” thing is now much … Continue reading