tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post5292252404347921490..comments2023-07-02T06:52:41.569-07:00Comments on notes, tales and observations: You smell like your days.Rosaria Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-74026268017781075552013-02-11T08:46:34.419-08:002013-02-11T08:46:34.419-08:00you know, i had to read this over again to just be...you know, i had to read this over again to just begin to take it in. this is quite transcendent, rosaria, the linking of smell and fear and death. how we take in life, whether by mouth, by ear, by eye or by nose......i think the latter is the most overlooked. but you have given it a new place in the empire of the senses with these elegant and profound words.Amanda Summerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00942636545948440422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-68719406798166582692013-02-10T17:46:26.442-08:002013-02-10T17:46:26.442-08:00Amazing story, amazing writing. You have a gift f...Amazing story, amazing writing. You have a gift for saying so much in so few words. Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-37576650808868872912013-02-10T12:03:36.271-08:002013-02-10T12:03:36.271-08:00You had me at the title and forced me into the cag...You had me at the title and forced me into the cage/cave/back of barn or house with you. Terrible memory, but beautiful in your telling (they forge us, those memories). Thank you for this.dshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07616750784052488695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-22883876662345191162013-02-10T10:48:26.632-08:002013-02-10T10:48:26.632-08:00even the title was enough for me))))))even the title was enough for me))))))erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-12829274643820730032013-02-10T10:48:12.052-08:002013-02-10T10:48:12.052-08:00i read this and feel strange and secret pleasures,...i read this and feel strange and secret pleasures, ones that shouldn't be spoken perhaps, that somehow as a person, as a fellow human being, as a woman, as a friend, i am proud of you. i don't know how to name that or understand it, really, but it is true. (((wonderful writing, rosaria)))<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-71017651440410404622013-02-10T10:30:06.637-08:002013-02-10T10:30:06.637-08:00Love the 'all the shit we ate ....' My so...Love the 'all the shit we ate ....' My son and I were trapped inside for a week after each of three hurricanes that hit Central Florida in 2004! We moved to Oregon in 2005! Enough said.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-27167271937303946842013-02-10T10:04:31.713-08:002013-02-10T10:04:31.713-08:00Oh, my, Rosaria! Such a vivid memory after all the...Oh, my, Rosaria! Such a vivid memory after all these years. Amazing how the sense memories of some of our experiences are with us forever. Aunt Molly used to say that the only thing she remembered about Tucson (which she left when she was four years old) was the way the air smelled -- of creasote bushes -- after a monsoon rain. There are so many things that linger -- smell, sight, touch -- all our lives.Dr. Kathy McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02903015507894951725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-48082772693837794042013-02-10T09:36:06.117-08:002013-02-10T09:36:06.117-08:00Obviously, the storm in the East, and the writing ...Obviously, the storm in the East, and the writing of some bloggers inspired me to pen this. Nothing romantically beautiful about being trapped indoor for weeks.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-64303715042400812752013-02-10T09:28:07.187-08:002013-02-10T09:28:07.187-08:00dang...what an intense memory...you def smell of i...dang...what an intense memory...you def smell of it...i love your title..and so true...we smell of our stories...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com