The outside world came into my house last Thursday. It was delivered by two very handsome young men. One guy looked like Ray LaMontagne. If you don’t know who he is you can watch this video. That song played in my head quite frequently while I wrote Life Is All This. After last Tuesday night, … Continue reading Back on the Grid: Stories From Higley Hill
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Twig Season, Election 2016: Stories From Higley Hill
I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. Since we all found out the election results, I’m trying not to say the sentence that begins with “I told you….” So. Two years ago I was living in Florida working for a nice looking man, a very kind man, who ran a drywall company and was … Continue reading Twig Season, Election 2016: Stories From Higley Hill
TATTERED FLAGS: FRYING BACON NAKED
Months ago, I started a tattered flag photo series on Instagram. The flags are not all literally tattered but in some way they are a symbol of our tattered nation and the election of 2016. Last week I was visiting my older daughter in Lake Tahoe. She and her boyfriend, along with my husband, like … Continue reading TATTERED FLAGS: FRYING BACON NAKED
Pick Me Up And Turn Me Round: Stories From Higley Hill
It was a summer in motion. Long rides across New England through forgotten mill towns and struggling small cities. Places that informed the novel I am writing. I slept in a lot of beds. I would wake confused and wonder, where am I? Whose house is this? It took a few minutes to orient myself. … Continue reading Pick Me Up And Turn Me Round: Stories From Higley Hill
Contemplative Loafing: Stories From Higley Hill
I recently spent a weekend outside of Boston at an old New England house filled with books. I planned to take walks, hike the hills, and write. I did manage to write but most of my time was spent browsing the books that lined the upstairs hall and the living room wall. I frequently got … Continue reading Contemplative Loafing: Stories From Higley Hill
We Met In A Coffee Shop: Stories From Higley Hill
Yesterday I met a transgender woman in a coffee shop. I am assuming she was transgender because she looked like Caitlyn Jenner’s twin without the makeup, styled hair, and designer clothing. Her long gray hair was shaggy, parted in the middle. It was a hot, muggy, bad hair sort of day. My hair was pretty … Continue reading We Met In A Coffee Shop: Stories From Higley Hill
Sheila Blanchette 