A Very Long Engagement by Sébastien JaprisotMy Nana and I are pen-pals. Rather than call each other, we exchange letters every few weeks. Last month I mailed her a rock from the Florida Panhandle and she responded with this letter written on one continuous sheet of two-play toilet paper: Hello Heidi & Joe – Finally getting around to answering your letter [...]
I have a tendency to write in either clipped sentences that make my Aunt Debbie laugh, or long tangled ones that stretch and pull like heavy muscles after a long bike ride. Sometimes I can’t write at all. Sometimes I can’t stop. It’s what some therapists call an addiction and other therapists call an outlet. [...]
I’m considering starting a series of 9 a.m. Sarasota clamshell fountain pictures. I took this one today on my walk from the Whole Foods parking garage to my office on State Street. I’ve got no story to go with this woman, her suitcase and hat. I imagine that since there’s a bus depot up the [...]
I‘ve been distracted. Birthday parties. Rays games. Ghost hunting in Sarasota. Bike riding with Joe. Interviewing Sarasota County Commissioners. Watching Batman. You know. The basic distractions. This guy’s name is Ian. Or at least Ian is one of his names. He also goes by Adrian and Avery. According to Ian, who likes to set up [...]
There’s this fantastic theory, this conceptual theory first suggested by psychologist Carl Jung, called synchronicity that surrounds my every move. It is the idea that a collective unconscious pulls random things – ideas, names, events, places – from whoknowswhere and plants them in your head only to have you happen upon them later. Whether later [...]
I just discovered there’s a St. George Island, Alaska. The pictures posted here were taken by Al and Linda. According to the 2000 U.S. Census SGI, Alaska is 182 square miles and populated by 152 people – 92 percent of which are Native Americans.
The house we’re renting is called Carpe Diem. It’s spelled out on a rooster sign hanging over the front door. Every house on St. George Island has a name. A Place in the Sun. Blues Away. Casa Blanca. Cubby Hole. Fun Kissed. Bay Watch. The rooster sign doesn’t mesh with the rest of the decor, [...]
On Mondays I usually plead with my fish Martha, whom I keep in a bowl on my desk, to finish writing my stories so I can write sentences that start with things like “… a man walked into a forest and stumbled into a clearing, where under the shade of a sycamore tree a redheaded [...]
On the 6th of July I remembered four things: I remembered the first time I tried to swim without arm floats. How the water felt like pudding and my arms felt like whisks. I was five years old and treading chlorinated water in a concrete pool in Myrtle Beach. How I prayed, even though I [...]
Good morning. It’s 8:30 a.m. Joe is still sleeping. We’re headed to SGI for a week in the Florida Panhandle. (We’re staying here.) It was Joe’s plan to wake up at 8, but of course he’s still zonked. I’ve considered blasting a Toby Keith song in an effort to wake him, but that’s probably not [...]
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