Cynthia Harrison

Novelist

Tag: home

  • Home: His & Hers

    Something that happened forty years ago almost cost me my thirty year marriage last year. I only realized this yesterday. The body holds emotions that the soul and mind don’t divide into time. That’s why when we hear a song that is particularly poignant, we’re right back there at the senior prom. This happens in…

  • Please Mister Postman

    I’ve been waiting patiently. Almost missed my BFN’s (best friend neighbor) birthday surprise. But, just in the nick of time, Mr. Postman came through. I live in a tiny town and everyone except me knows him by name. I think it’s Ron. Love my dirt road even though Al refuses to wash my car anymore because I can’t help…

  • Home

    New house doesn’t quite feel like home yet. An internet connection would help. So would window shades:) But aside from the material organization, I’ve yet to make an emotional connection to this new place. Maybe because I’m not unpacked and remain undecorated. Maybe because my shoulders ache, my back hurts, and there’s a weird pain…

  • home

    This past weekend, I decided to move all the furniture in my writing room so that my cosy chair would face the window and I could see the trees changing colors. I’ve got a view of three trees: one yellow, one still green, and one turned a deep red. All that autumn color is a…