Judy Blume: Wifey
'Sandy sat up in bed and looked at the clock. Quarter to eight. Damn! Last night she'd told Norman she might sleep all day just to catch up. No kids for once, no demands, no responsibilities. But the noise. What was it, a truck, a bus? It sounded so close. And then the empty sound after the engine cut off. She'd never get back to sleep now. She slipped into her robe, the one the children had given her for Mother's Day. "Daddy picked it out," Jen had said. "Do you like it?"
"Oh yes, it's perfect," Sandy had answered, hating it. Imagine Norman choosing the same robe for her as she had sent to his mother and her own.
She traipsed across the room to he window, rubbing her eyes to keep them open, spitting her hair out of her face. She looked down into the wooded backyard. He was in front of the crab apple tree, hands on his hips, as if he was waiting for her, dressed in a white bed sheet and a stars and stripes helmet, standing next to a motorcycle. What was this? A kid, playing Halloween? A neighborhood ghost? No...'
Photographer and More
It's a little known secret but before I found my passion in boudoir photography I wrote romance short stories. No, I'm not Judy Blume, though she is an amazing author. I came across this book too many years ago to remember. I remember Judy Blume from my childhood, writing kids stories. And as I cracked this book open I remember my mouth dropping open wide.
The edgy, vivid, wording as this story snakes through an exhilarating experience of a middle aged wife is so raw and beautiful.
What have you been reading? Are people doing book clubs anymore?