Love To Write

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Category: descriptive details

She was a woman with a broom or a dust-pan or a washrag or a mixing spoon in her hand.

She was a woman with a broom or a dust-pan or a washrag or a mixing spoon in her hand….

A story is not like a road to follow … it’s more like a house.

A story is not like a road to follow … it’s more like a house. You go inside and stay…

The stretch of Hudson Street where I live is each day the scene of an intricate sidewalk ballet.

The stretch of Hudson Street where I live is each day the scene of an intricate sidewalk ballet. I make…

Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light . . .

Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone,…

The Garden Is a World Filled with Secrets

The things you remember about a person when they’re gone are funny. No two people will feel the same way,…

Buffalo Berry Jelly

The jelly is a tawny peach color, and the flavor is hard to describe. I might compare it to apple…

“Go on to the useless presents.”

“Go on the Useless Presents.” “Bags of moist and many-colored jelly babies and a folded flag and a false nose…

“Homes, Gamache knew, were a self-portrait.”

Homes, Gamache knew, were a self-portrait. A person’s choice of color, furnishing, pictures. Every touch revealed the individual. God, or…

The moment one gives close attention to anything . . .

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent…

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