“The streets were dark with something more then night.” ― Raymond Chandler “Anne felt something like a splinter of ice sink into her chest. She moaned and found herself clutching for something that wasn’t there.” Vickie Lester, It’s In His Kiss via Downtown | sanslartigue.
Tag: family
Frankly, my Angels, Spring is a rough time of year for me. Many years ago my father suffered a fatal heart attack while we were living in London. One of my best friends died in April ten years ago, and my mother had the stroke that killed her on Easter…
Usually when I wake on Sunday mornings I have dim sum palaces on my mind: piles of jade green vegetables sauteed with shards of garlic, barbecued duck and scallions rolled in delicate pancakes, caramelized pan fried pork dumplings, rich golden custard tarts called dan ta and cup after cup after…
The fab four in costume: I’m the youngest of four. One of the earliest memories I have is of my oldest brother’s birthday, following my mother around as she decorated the dining room for his party. The centerpieces were Beatles singles stacked in “house of card” towers, the table cloth…