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WRITING STIFF: Adventures in the Literary Underbelly, A Memoir Chapter 2 The Creation of Adam I met Peter Pan. This was a couple of years earlier when we were living on Old Long Ridge Road in Stamford, Connecticut. It was shortly after the show Peter Pan was broadcast on national television. I didn't just enjoy Peter Pan, I wasn't just dazzled by it, I was overwhelmed by it. Except that overwhelmed suggests being crushed under a weight and what I felt when Peter Pan went airborne in the Darling kids' bedroom and sang I'm Flying and then the kids flew, too, was weightlessness. I was flying myself. Overcome is a better word than overwhelme

WRITING STIFF: Adventures in the Literary Underbelly, A Memoir Chapter 1 The Horse in the Hudson "Cut out a picture," said our fourth grade teacher, Miss Cobb, Dorinda Cobb, a young woman, not young compared to us fourth graders but young for an adult woman, no gray in her wavy dark brown hair yet, no wrinkles in her face, such a pretty face, her skin like milk. Miss Cobb had mentioned recently that she was twenty-nine years old which did sound old actually, it was almost as old as my mother, but Miss Cobb wasn't a mother, she wasn't even married although she'd been wearing an engagement ring with a diamond in it for the past week from