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Experiments in Memoir: May 2015
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Writing Improv by Marta Szabo. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Links to this post. Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Maybe it’s Norm, I thought. This Saturday morning I was pulling out of the driveway and I saw Norm with a small white dog at the end of a retractable leash making his way through his yard. He walked with a cane, awkward and bent over though he is not elderly. I stopped the car, got out and approached him. 8220;I’m Marta,” I answered, “I live next door,” and I pointed. 8220;Oh, yes, yes! 8220;You lost it?
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SORDID DETAILS: February 2011
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Bullshit Stories That Need To Be Told by Kate Spencer. Wednesday, February 16, 2011. IT ALL ADDED UP. In 1992, the morning rush hour commute from my stop in Brooklyn, to Mid-Town Manhattan took an average of an hour and a half. On our bus, we worked as a team, to make sure that we sat together and amused each other on the way to our jobs. Once breakfast was over, and we were well into a traffic jam inside the Battery Tunnel for the next 45 minutes, things would get even more interesting. They would take ...
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Experiments in Memoir: January 2015
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Writing Improv by Marta Szabo. Monday, January 05, 2015. After the lunch my father insists though that I play the piano for our guests. I pull back, I say no as politely as possible, sure that the guests do not want to hear my clumsy playing, but my father does not give up. I do not play anything well. Usually the house is very quiet, each person by themselves. 8221; he says to me once about the woods back home. He wants the woods to look like a park. There is my mother in the kitchen, in the house, in t...
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Experiments in Memoir: September 2014
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Writing Improv by Marta Szabo. Thursday, September 11, 2014. I have the evening off. Fred is in the living room, his headphones on, leading the telephone workshop and there is still some light left in the day, though it is cool, not a pure summer night, but an evening with just enough summer in it to call me outdoors, to leave the dishes behind and just walk out into the evening. She’s a nice woman behind the counter. She appeared towards the end of the summer, not one of the kids, older, mothe...NYC: Au...
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Experiments in Memoir: June 2014
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Writing Improv by Marta Szabo. Sunday, June 29, 2014. I sit on my father’s lap at the kitchen table, facing him. It is evening, after supper and it’s just him and me. His face is large, more square than round, up above mine. I bend my head a little to look up at him, his eyes, laughing eyes, are cast downward to meet mine. My mother is the only one who does not speak Hungarian so sometimes they speak English. My mother is learning Hungarian from a book and she tries out phrases. I would like my mother to...
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Experiments in Memoir: October 2013
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Writing Improv by Marta Szabo. Monday, October 07, 2013. Sometimes now I look at an old book of his and there are his markings, random. They still provide little clue to his mind. Since his death two years ago I have taken to wearing his watch for two reasons – because it’s a watch purchased by a man with expensive tastes and because my child’s heart still clings to his, despite all my adult knowledge. I borrowed all my father's woolen sweaters to wrap the fragile ceramics in for the plane ride home....
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Experiments in Memoir: New Dog
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Writing Improv by Marta Szabo. Wednesday, April 01, 2015. That’s what I was doing a couple of nights ago and there aren’t many things worse than not knowing where your dog is. Bird has now been identified as “a runner” and she will be on a leash for a long time, maybe until she is an old lady years from now. But for the time being she is our new dog and it is such new territory. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). WILL WRITE FOR COMMENTS. My Next NYC Workshop. Where I'm Coming From. Fred Poole On Writing.