Author Archives: toomuchfiction
Find the slow curve of a back road, One hand on the wheel. Drive till I remember how it feels.
Disturb us, O Lord when we are too well-pleased with ourselves when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little, because we sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, O Lord when with the abundance of things … Continue reading
Christmas has become a hard time for me. When I was a child, it was uncomplicated, with predictable rhythms and traditions which continued with little variation. Stockings before breakfast, church, presents after with lunch to follow. Sometimes grandparents made an … Continue reading
Just before I left my old job, the building in which I worked was undergoing some renovations. Part of that meant that the security desk was moved to the back entrance, and a temporary hoarding was erected to block off … Continue reading
It seems crazy for me to be thinking about having a midlife crisis, since I don’t feel middle aged in the slightest. But if I think about it, getting to 70 would be pretty good going, and if I did … Continue reading
Four years ago I was watching the diving from Beijing at breakfast time with coffee and cereal. I became an expert on the straightness of the dives, the splashback, the pikes and somersaults. This year, I’m watching the diving from … Continue reading