It's all in the bling._The Art Connoisseur_The Perfect Christmas Present_El Amor
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It's all in the bling.
Laura didn’t want to go see Jake’s parents. They were what she would call rich. Rich by her standards because she grew up in the trailer park and his mother always found ways to remind her of that. His father wasn’t so bad. He was quiet and polite but distant. But the mother was relentless in her criticisms. Sometimes it was in the form of underhanded comments or the way she would explain things to her like she was a 5 year old. It was something different every time. She had talked to Jake about it but he would always say that she was overreacting and that his mother loved her. She hated that ...
The Art Connoisseur
Last Fall, I was in Portland for a job interview and stumbled on a 1950s storefront. It had large windows that lined the short walk up to the door of the store. It intrigued me because it was an anomaly in a hip, urban neighborhood. The display windows were at least nine feet tall and inside those windows, framed artwork was hung from the top of each wall to the bottom, side to side, and then across the floor of the display shelf on the bottom of the window case. The art pieces hung touching each other like the artwork in Tzarina Catherine the Great’s summer home in St. Petersburg, Russia. I...
The Perfect Christmas Present
The perfect Christmas present My Christmas pudding stood confidently upon her school stage, “I did it for Daddy” she explains as a microphone is presented in front of her face. A little girl, dressed as a Christmas pudding, singing with the sweetest voice, it was no wonder she won the Christmas talent contest. Katie’s performance of ‘Somewhere only we know’ was imperfectly perfect and reduced me to tears. Most of this imperfection, however, came from the audio from the recording of her performance that I watched after she returned home. A common misconception about people with agoraphobia is ...
El Amor
Mariposa sat at the small table in the dimly lit diner better known as the Café Bohemia on the dusty road outskirts of Havana, Cuba, patiently awaiting her date's arrival. Havana, though somewhat laid back in nature, was a growing and busy city, and it was possible that Santiago had been detained by unforeseen events at La Tienda de Escritores, or The Shop of Writers, where he worked in the city. The old bus that traveled this way could have also been running late and delayed him. Either way, Mariposa reassured herself he would arrive shortly. He had promised her that tonight would be a very s...