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PART 2 – Thelma’s Daughter Reads Poetry

Thelma walked solemnly up the stone steps leading to the grey, vine covered building that looked like a castle. Inside, people swarmed about, chatting, filling glasses of wine for each other. Thelma stopped a moment, until she spotted Joanna deep in conversation with a man who reminded her of Humpty Dumpty. Hell, she said to herself, I do know poetry after all. Joanna turned and waved, excusing herself from the fat man. “Oh, mother, I’m so glad you came. I know this isn’t your sort of thing, but I’m very … Continue reading

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"’Diving Duck Blues’" – Part 1 – Thelma’s Daughter

A. R. Taylor is an award-winning playwright, essayist, and writer of fiction. We’re serializing one of Anne’s stories, originally published in the Berkeley Insider, all this week. “‘The Diving Duck Blues’” involves the agony a mother feels at the great distance between herself and her daughter. Knowing full well that she has failed her child, Thelma still tries to understand her world, and to some extent, fit in. Ultimately, she can’t, but she can still love her. “‘Diving Duck Blues’” “If the river were whiskey, babe,and I was a diving … Continue reading

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