-- “There was no pressure now or a need to impress others. The freedom from that was crucial.” What a profound reflection. Appleton, your writing captivates me—every paragraph is a delight, especially with the enchanting photos. Do you reside in a corner of paradise beside Huron? I always sensed you were an angel. Also, each stride in enhancing my English compels me to revisit and reforge significant pieces and letters. Yet, these compositions stand as the essence of my lived moments. They narrate a story of ‘amadurecimento,’ and I hold deep reverence for that journey. Thank you, as always, for sharing. Xo.
Ahh, we're held together by our enthusiasms. And I often say I'm a victim of mine. What does that make you? An enabler, I guess. And I do appreciate it.
well i will say you "enabled" me to find caroline d'onofrio's (sp?) latest essay and i bet there were some sparks of recognition flying around when you read it!!!! thanks for all
Your prose and dedicated, slayed vulnerability take my breath away:
“the quivering urgency of life fighting for life underneath in the shadowed cool water and THAT was the turmoil he had always carried inside himself as well he thought and no one here in the anonymous dark of all these years of mornings alone but not lonely, in those wee small hours no one bore witness but himself”
sometimes i think in my more grandiose daydreams of faulkner fighting dunleavy for my very soul and when i actually click "send" more like houdini haha thanks kimberly
This is by far, the best piece of yours I’ve read her on Substack. It’s illuminating, insightful and the longer sentences ( notice I did not call them run-ons) work magnificently. I’m charmed and would have been even if you did not mention me. And yes the italicized take me to another space…,
But you had the same reactions to pecans that I had the first few times I saw cotton growing in Mississippi.
save any extra meds for meeeee!!! touched by this comment seriously tho....even if it enables the stream of consciousness thing i am drawn to and yeah the first time i saw remains of cotton in a field down here i thought it was snow!
-- “There was no pressure now or a need to impress others. The freedom from that was crucial.” What a profound reflection. Appleton, your writing captivates me—every paragraph is a delight, especially with the enchanting photos. Do you reside in a corner of paradise beside Huron? I always sensed you were an angel. Also, each stride in enhancing my English compels me to revisit and reforge significant pieces and letters. Yet, these compositions stand as the essence of my lived moments. They narrate a story of ‘amadurecimento,’ and I hold deep reverence for that journey. Thank you, as always, for sharing. Xo.
I feels like paradise, doesn’t it?
-- Yes, it truly does! 🤍
ummmmmmm i must be a great at false advertising hahah
so generous as always and encouraging and all of it xo
Ohhh my goodness! I love everything italicized! I can’t choose!
And I can’t tell you how much I love that Huron talks to you. Delilah is always screaming at me 🤍
ha i figured you might i need it from time to time still overly cautious tho of toooo much reveal
She never lets me have a day of sulking around
dogs are like manchurian candidates right?!! ha
The body of water, motorcycles, loving bond with Huron = a beautiful life ❤️
Such a good duo!!
he is teaching me some new tricks for sure !!!!
Ahh, we're held together by our enthusiasms. And I often say I'm a victim of mine. What does that make you? An enabler, I guess. And I do appreciate it.
well i will say you "enabled" me to find caroline d'onofrio's (sp?) latest essay and i bet there were some sparks of recognition flying around when you read it!!!! thanks for all
ohhh also i included the pic of pecan trees
mostly for you 😊
Your prose and dedicated, slayed vulnerability take my breath away:
“the quivering urgency of life fighting for life underneath in the shadowed cool water and THAT was the turmoil he had always carried inside himself as well he thought and no one here in the anonymous dark of all these years of mornings alone but not lonely, in those wee small hours no one bore witness but himself”
sometimes i think in my more grandiose daydreams of faulkner fighting dunleavy for my very soul and when i actually click "send" more like houdini haha thanks kimberly
This is by far, the best piece of yours I’ve read her on Substack. It’s illuminating, insightful and the longer sentences ( notice I did not call them run-ons) work magnificently. I’m charmed and would have been even if you did not mention me. And yes the italicized take me to another space…,
But you had the same reactions to pecans that I had the first few times I saw cotton growing in Mississippi.
Bravo!
save any extra meds for meeeee!!! touched by this comment seriously tho....even if it enables the stream of consciousness thing i am drawn to and yeah the first time i saw remains of cotton in a field down here i thought it was snow!