Tag: Vickie Lester is writing a new novel
If you were to ask me to name my favorite season I’d hesitate for a moment, then pipe up with an emphatic, “Autumn!” when Halloween rolls in on a pumpkin tide (thank you, Richard Brautigan for the first poem I remember reading) and the weather turns cool in Sleepy Hollow,…
I’ve been traveling. From the east… To the high plains… To the south west… Following a road that filled my heart. When I opened my eyes this morning I was in my own bed, under the red tile rooftop of a place I’m very familiar with. And as I often…
…In retrospect hijacking a telephone code was the least of Billie’s sins that summer, and since she’d stopped attending confession about the same time she stopped taking piano lessons, she never atoned, achieving a state of grace was the furthest thing from her mind. What she wanted was out. Out…
Where muse and memory meet is often over a keyboard. I’m calling that a ghostly visitation. I have been in Boston a couple of months now, and I’m going to talk about riding a synaptic wave that apparently has been building in my psyche for a long, long, time. I…
If you’re new around here I’ll let you in on the drill. At Beguiling Hollywood I post pictures and historical tidbits, and often that leads me right back to talking about myself. This fall finds me in Boston where my husband, the Mister, is working on a movie and…
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…
*** Walking around Boston I hear a multitude of voices every day, different accents; young, old, and in-between. Every era has its quirks, last year’s vocal fry will give way to something else, perhaps digital drawl or robot resonance? And while people can get very persnickety about cadence and intonation,…