Monthly Archives: April 2016

I talk to people

Posted on April 20, 2016 by Jane Wilson

Originally posted on The Right Kind of Pride:
It used to drive my wife and children nuts. My propensity for talking to people. Yet I’ve done it so long and learned so much by talking with people that I refuse…

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60 Feet Square

Posted on April 19, 2016 by Jane Wilson

This gallery contains 5 photos.

Originally posted on Writer's Cramp:
It is cool and a little damp which is odd being that this is a desert. Our windy season is mostly over but the temperature has dropped and we have had a few rainy…

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Rugelach

Posted on April 12, 2016 by Jane Wilson

There was more than a touch of mystery in my grandmother’s rugelach. When I was very young, I never sought to unravel it. My brother and I would await her arrival, plant our feet as firmly as we could to…

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London Night Sounds

Posted on April 4, 2016 by Jane Wilson

Originally posted on Scribe Doll:
The rumbling of the occasional car, speeding past our house.  A murky grey sound. Snippets of human voices.  A woman’s giggle.  A crimson sound. The arrhythmic clicking of stiletto heels on the pavement.  A copper…

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Seam

Posted on April 4, 2016 by Jane Wilson

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM We went to Strand Bookstore while we were in New York. I’d never been, first time. Largest independent bookstore in the country, I think that’s what their sign says. It doesn’t matter because whatever their small … Continue reading →

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