Voices: Hilary Carr
HIllary Carr
Hilary Carr comes to Maine via New York, Toronto and Montreal. Her love of stories is fed by a large Irish family and a lifetime listening to stories as a social worker, therapist, mother and grandmother. She and her husband, David Jones, live in Camden.
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Today I
By Deborah Lattizori - May 15Today I Throw the cat off my lap Give the finger to a driver Glare at the cashier Today I Snap at my lover Snip at the idiot who ...
High Stakes
By Hilary Carr - Oct 17Have you ever noticed the frenzied energy in a video arcade room? I watched a group of kids, alone with their game, completely focused. They ...
A talisman
By Hillary Carr - Jul 07She looked so much smaller in her bed, her skin translucent and drawn taut over her prominent cheekbones and nose. The wrinkles of past worries, ...
Rescues
By Hillary Carr - Dec 18It was 2 a.m. when the phone woke me. It is the Toronto General Hospital calling on behalf of Andree. Andree? I asked? What has happened to her? ...
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Russian sable
By Hilary Carr - Aug 04Larchmont, New York, 1948 I tiptoe across the dark hallway and stand outside Ta's bedroom door. I am wearing my first communion dress. It is ...
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Sage
By Hilary Carr - May 05We had spent the past week attending doctor's appointments searching for a way to palliate his pain. It was bad now, constant and foreboding. The ...
