I don't remember how many times my mother told me this story, or how many times I have told it to you. It bears retelling. My mother, like many young women of her generation, had wanted to attend high school. And college. But the family was poor, and there were many mouths to feed. In … Continue reading A NOSE JOB FOR MOM – Marilyn Armstrong
It was a cold night. Not just wintry cold, but a deep, damp, clammy cold that climbed into your joints and made everything hurt. A light fog covered the ground yet it shed no light. If you squinted, you could see two hulking bodies approaching the junction, each coming down a different path. No need … Continue reading CROSSROADS AND CONTRACTS – Marilyn Armstrong
The day before the earthquake hit San Francisco in 1989, I decided I needed to go home a day early. I wasn't feeling well (I actually had the flu, but didn't yet know it) and most of my work was done for the moment. It was like a little whisper in my ear telling me … Continue reading WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR – Marilyn Armstrong
The Tree - FOTD – Dec. 11, 2019 So this time, I used my f1.8 25mm Olympus lens and the pictures are nominally better. I probably should take the pictures earlier in the day when there's some light coming in from the windows. Anyway, I'll try again.