Four years old. Something spied through a doorway: my mother watching television. That smeary way of childhood recollection, not knowing truth from the manufactured.
What will my son remember?
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- Allison Landa
- Berkeley, California, United States
- I'm a Berkeleyite who wrote a book. It's called BEARDED LADY. I'd be stoked if you read it.
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- Remember my name
- This is for those who believed in me
- Well, now.
- Sinead O'Connor, "The Emperor's New Clothes"
- Today's writing
- Take it with you
- Ridiculous
- Gerry Rafferty, "Right Down the Line"
- Mom win
- Small snippet of today's writing
- In a galaxy far, far away
- Up too damn early
- These two
- U2, "Walk On"
- Took him to Old Spaghetti Factory
- Remember when
- Irene Cara, "Fame"
- Stephen Dobyns, "How to Like It"
- When you get to feeling helpless
- The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
- Resonance
- Twue wuv
- Trying to write, redux
- Trying to write
- Memory
- Stephen King, "Misery"
- The creative process
- Wells Beach, Maine, 2009
- Ridiculous
- Nadia Bolz-Weber on submission and blessing
- Round House Cafe
- Ambitions
- Hard morning
- What I've eked out the last few days
- Jack!
- 20 years ago
- Today's writing
- Writing it out
- Today's writing
- Out of nowhere
- My birthday boy
- Today's writing
- Did you know that writing is hard?
- Frustration
- Beginnings
- Santa Rosa, 2010
- Isla Vista, 2017
- Stress
- David Foster Wallace
- Tahoe seems to have been spared
- I've decided
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