Grey Owl on the Walls_Unapologetically_The Sands of Kaibeto_The Discovery
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Grey Owl on the Walls
TW: pregnancy loss Our guest room had been emptied a few months ago. Furniture and decor were in storage, until I was sure what I wanted to do with it. The guest room was a blank slate and as I stood in the doorway, staring in, the emptiness seemed amplified by the walls. The walls had been painted pink, Blush Pink according to the paint chip I had decided on after a week of elimination of every other hue of pink. It had been perfect, but now it had to go. Pink, Blush Pink, was not a colour for a guest room. It’s too childish. Too sweet. I had decided on Grey Owl for the walls and Chantilly La...
Unapologetically
On a cold January morning in 1968 on the 7th of month a baby girl was born in the town of Auburn, ME. Her mother called her father after Naomi was born and to her surprise he said whose this. Her Dad had been sleeping so he was a little foggy. It would be a story she would remember for the rest of her life. Naomi loved the stories her parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles would tell over the years. She lived in a perfect world. Her parents Erwin and Gwendolyn Coy married on May 28, 1965 they were God fearing people and parents who took their daughter Naomi to church every Sunday. After she w...
The Sands of Kaibeto
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said “I’d rather be alone.”“We are alone.” Jack wheezed. “We’ve been alone for a long time.” Flecks of blood flew from his mouth and dribbled down his chin. He drew in some air. “I thought . . .” He stopped to catch his breath.“We’ve worked things out.” She assured him.“Alone.” He shook his head. “When a dog is dying,” he took a deep breath, “he searches out a place to be alone. Maybe it’s an attempt to unburden others with his death. Maybe it’s to find solace, a quiet, peaceful place. But they always try to be alone when they die. Haven’t you noticed that? Are...
The Discovery
THwww.onedoor.ccE DISCOVERY It was a hot, humid July in 1961、 I was just shy of my tenth birthday. We lived on the South Side of Chicago, about six city blocks from Rainbow Beach on Lake Michigan.In the summer, I would often return alone to the beach on my green Schwinnbicycle with a small, broken window screen. There I would sift the sand in the spots where most of the daytime crowds congregated -- looking for lost coins, rings, earrings, keys, or anything else of value. It was akin to panning for gold, I told myself, remembering ...