http://alifeafterall.com photo. words. life. Tue, 12 May 2009 10:31:57 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Of all the years of my life - and that's nearly 43 of them - 1977 is the year I could tell you the most about. Actually it's the year I would want to tell you the most about. It was a time so jam packed with intensity and ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=202 1. The DJ Plays Our Kind of Music Now and then he takes a phone-in And anyone who's feeling lonely Can call him up And make a little conversation And in the night there's music playing Soft behind the words he's saying Would I like to make a dedication Curtis Freeman is a small man with very ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=197 For the 52 stories thing on flickr. I am seriously lagging behind. I cross the street and she’s there, in front of the drug store, waiting for me. She knows I had to pick up my meds and she’s there like a stalker, her eyes rimmed with the black of insomnia, ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=192 52 stories Just as they could hear the tires of the pick up truck nearing the house, his mother shooed him into the shed and told him to watch from there. He was grimy, his mother said. No place for grimy children up front. He hadn’t meant to get dirty, but it ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=189 This is a rough draft of a very short story that's been rattling around my head for a few days. I'm going out on a limb here and probably subjecting myself to all kinds of humiliation, but I thought I'd let you all give me feedback before I rework ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=187 For the 52 stories/photos group on flickr. There were only so many small bars in the area, only so many places that would keep serving you gin and tonics even though you were so drunk you couldn’t tell a cigarette from a tampon and tried to smoke the latter. So Pearl ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=182 I've joined a flickr group called 52 stories. We'll all tell a story a week for a year, with picture. Week 1 can be found here. Subsequent weeks will go here. --------------- My grandfather was big wine drinker. A wine connoisseur, he was not. Just a drinker. He kept his wine in ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=177 I'm eight months pregnant with my second child. The first child, almost three years old, has a raging fever and sinus infection. My then husband has chosen to take the overnight shift at his job, leaving me home to take care of the sick child on a holiday evening. I make ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=167 December 8, 1980 When an event happens that shapes your life, or plays a significant role in it, you tend to remember every little detail of the moment it happens. Twenty-one years ago last night. December 8, 1980. I was in my bedroom, lying on the bed with the headphones on, ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=165 We always intended our forays into Christmas caroling to be idyllic, in an innocent, 1950's kind of way. We had good intentions. We had the parkas and the rubber boots and the off key voices. We just didn't have the right amount of Wally and the Beaver in us to ... http://alifeafterall.com/?p=159