I've recently moved from the frozen North to the sodden Northwest. At least I still have a cat named Sunny! My daughter and I write while perched in trees with spotted owls. I find new inspiration in mud puddles.
My passion is ...
the inner life of moss
I know too much about ...
the contents of my cat's stomach
My parents always told me ...
marry rich
My childhood ambition ...
was to play baseball
My favorite memory ...
is a house surrounded by alley cats
Why I write ...
is because I am socially retarded
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
is biographies of the eccentric, old French movies, early Bob Dylan
My first job ...
was a feeder at a nursing home
My best moment ...
is whenever I find the right words
My inspiration ...
my parents, daughter, and deceased guinea pig
When I was two I followed you I struggled to say your name "Don't talk" you told me In black and white photos your hand is on my chest pushing me out of the frame your wide smile Once, sick, you gave me your favorite pipe cleaner cat, coiled as if in a basket I watched clothed animals emerge from your pencil onto paper You let me Until I learned to ride I sat on your bike seat and you stood up pedalling Trees flashed by We bought candy with peanuts at 7-11 We couldn't stop laughing at nothing We had our own language We grew up We took different roads I don't forget
More..Andrea Kreidler
Member since: November 2007
Articles Written: 49