Category Archives: memoir

’68 ponies are popular

Posted on November 6, 2008 by Deanna

Our 1965 Ford Fairlane is the car Tim bought for me early this year. He sent pictures of the engine block being installed: in one Tina Painter from next door and her boyfriend, Rick, pose near the rented hoist. Rick feigns a dance with Tim’s shop broom; Tina laughs, her eyes bright. At that time … Continue reading →

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September 1979

Posted on November 4, 2008 by Deanna

Long days. Before dawn, Tim drives me to Krispy Kreme’s rear entrance, and on the way he’s capable, so smooth steering and avoiding the odd person who stumbles from a downtown sidewalk to amble across in front of us. My fingers brush his smooth cheek as we kiss goodbye. His blue eyes flicker positively; he … Continue reading →

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solace and kreme

Posted on October 31, 2008 by Deanna

Tim has come home. His 1966 Ford Falcon has rumbled to a stop in the drive. His boots clop up the steps. The doorknob turns. As always those steel-blue jeans fit him well. His look of concentration shifts to puzzlement. My adornment of the couch in early afternoon is a new thing; so is the … Continue reading →

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Charleston, SC

Posted on October 30, 2008 by Deanna

Before the wall changes from solid black to gray the numbers on our digital clock finally reach 4:45, and I can get up for my shower. It is summer, still. Stickiness in the dark outdoors last night will be cooled this morning. On the driveway near the Ford Fairlane with no engine I’ll wait after … Continue reading →

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