Articles by Quenby Moone
I was raised proper, by which I mean a proper appreciation of language in all its splendor. Our family did not exclusively fawn over the most flashy words, nor the most humble. We took delight in using descriptors of all stripes, including those reserved for the bawdy house.
Dad is completely immobilized now–it’s his arthritis cropping up, which under the circumstances seems so pedestrian. He’s wan and uncomfortable, ashen but still funny. I’m not quite as funny as usual, but I just lost …
Dear Friends and Family,
Dad, much to his dismay, is hanging on like a tenacious pit bull. We’ve had strong words with his ticker and his organs but they don’t seem to be listening; indeed they …
Dad is smacking his gums right now with a childlike glee, not because he’s losing his marbles but because he’s checking in on the systems that still work. More pieces have fallen off; he’s driving …
We’ve gotten the word from on high (his docs, since no other authority holds much water for Dad) that we’re nearing the end of the race. Which we knew, but it’s been officially annointed by …
One of Dad’s oldest and dearest friends Betsy was visiting from New York when my brother Chris, my husband and I went to Dad’s house to do some chores for him. Dad had …
The days are balmy after an intolerably late start to summer. Portlanders, usually sanguine about their weather, have been twitchy and edgy, all chatty conversations winding inevitably to our hopes for a summer to finally …
or: A Few Thing I Learned in New York About Writers For The Nervous Breakdown, with Greater or Lesser Emphasis on The Truth.
The last time I was in New York I had morning sickness …
These days, perhaps one of the most indelible images in my mind is of a dead sea bird, not covered in oil from the Deepwater Horizon disaster, but whose rotting carcass is filled with bottle …
Mr. McGuire: Plastics.
–The Graduate, 1967
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In a different life my husband and I were in the dank center of a rock band who had hit it big.
Screwy and the Pin-ups* was at the height of its draw. And we, our …
We find ourselves at sea with the imprecision of language in medical jargon. Scrap it and start over.
