Hemingway said that nothing was as rewarding to him as the act of writing itself, when the words took wing, when the hand followed the thought, and the thought soared, the pen tracing its flight. My only thrill in writing comes after I’ve written something, put it away and then…
Category: Fiction
I believe this is a portrait of Jean Arthur, by a master of 20th century illustration art, Andrew Loomis. See the clear intensity of the colors? They remind me of autumn in L.A. This is one of my favorite times of year, the angle of the sun is lower, the…
For instance, have you ever had a cosmetic procedure? Yes, I have had three radio wave facials that are supposed to stimulate collagen generation and tighten the skin. You also will notice I do that middle-aged thing of hiding my incipient jowls with my hand, so it works…up to a…
Dr. Jaquith: You know, there’s nothing like these old Boston homes anywhere. Here on Marlborough Street or Beacon Hill, you see them standing in a row like bastions: firm, proud, resisting the new. Houses turned in upon themselves, hugging their pride. Charlotte Vale: [pointedly] Introverted, doctor? Dr. Jaquith: Well, I…