Barbara Froman's Blog, page 12

Whimsy

No one could have been more surprised than Beatrice when her last offspring emerged from its eggshell covered in sequins. She hadn’t eaten anything metallic, that she could recall. Nor had either she or the little one’s father, Norbert, come... Continue Reading →

Digressions

The house shakes on a windless day. Three hundred, seventy odd pages in the sun surrenders to hallucinations. Someone cries, “People who don’t speak took me on a ride” and words spill through current—sound, air, light. Who catches them? Who... Continue Reading →

No, thank you

The other night, I watched as a TV food critic led cameras into the kitchen of a trendy new restaurant. His review of the meal has been rhapsodic, spread over an array of dishes, which he lustily devoured. And, I ... Continue Reading →

Mirror, Mirror

Miranda didn’t trust her mirrors so she crawled out of herself for an objective look. It was a nasty trip, through a tight network of brain worms, past the eyes, down the nose. If she had known the route was... Continue Reading →

Doors

Before the hare, before the hole, before the twisted dream, there was the door, its hinges greased, its frame petite, its contents undisclosed. Was she deceived? Did she believe the world beyond would match its portal’s size? Or was she... Continue Reading →

Bugs

I have my favorites: cicadas, which are big and noisy and easily confused into slapstick maneuvers when they occasionally wind up indoors; moths, which must be escorted out before they head for the closet to multiply; spiders, which eat mosquitoes... Continue Reading →

Things

What are you saving?  Keeping in that drawer, or cabinet, or closet for the right moment? I was brought up at a time when parents taught their children that there were play clothes and party clothes, school clothes and just-sitting-around-in-the-house... Continue Reading →

SECOND SIGHT

  There’s a legend about justice and equality, balance and retribution. It’s an ancient tale whispered in front of hearths on icy nights, or handed down from old to young. The elements have changed from era to era, storyteller to... Continue Reading →

Move it…

Since the inauguration, I’ve read and heard a lot of analysis about every appointee, statement, move, and edict. All of it is well-reasoned and well-intended, and designed to bolster up and feed into a growing sense of alarm and outrage.... Continue Reading →

Resistance Bread

I created this tea bread so that it would be food for strength and comfort—loaded with antioxidants, yet sufficiently sweet. Indeed, my husband says he can’t think of this as bread, as it seems more like dessert to him. I,... Continue Reading →