August 13, 2020 8:45 am 15 minutes until it all starts. I eat a peanut butter and butter half sandwich. I walk earlier at Crab Cove, because my heart, my lungs, my voice, my love of the water and walking all need an extra boost this morning . I need the water to calmContinue reading “The first days of the last days”
Category Archives: fiction/memoir
My Final Year (of teaching) .
The following blogs make up the chronicle of my last year as a full-time college educator. A note to all my readers: The following blogs may often be a mess, starting and stopping, fragments, little thoughts, some fully formed story pages, some threads left dangling. I’m not sure how many photos or links I’m goingContinue reading “My Final Year (of teaching) .”
Not really me
A note on the pic: It’s not really me; I’m not angelic, not even close. Blah blah blah G…(pronounce that G with a bit of an edge, maybe say it out loud ,okay? Say “Eggg gah gah” ) My blah blah is what it is…. a certain blah blah blasé voice perhaps. I name thatContinue reading “Not really me”
“Writing on the Breath” Part II
Below is a continuation of the story I published on my blog in the middle of November. Several of you showed an interest so I’m pressing on… My friend Jim Jordan died of AIDS in November of 1988; I am honoring that 30 year marker. I continue to look for a more permanent “home” forContinue reading ““Writing on the Breath” Part II”
“Writing on the Breath”
This last week, the news has been full of tragic events which have garnered much of our attention, and continue to evoke many potential responses from me that might end up here. But today, I am posting the first few pages of a short story. It may be challenging to commit to piece of fictionContinue reading ““Writing on the Breath””
Rachel LePell 