Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The archive — essays and observations, long thoughts and short ones. Some arrived slowly, turned over for days before landing. Others were finished before looking up. Both are correct. All of it belongs to the Pawscar Wilde series.
On the Curious Devotions of Bipeds: A Morning Observation
The house smells like coffee and something has shifted. Mom is watching something and the sound from the other room is… — read more
The Neutral Observer Notes a Goal, Unmoved
Mom has declared allegiances I was not consulted on. The television has been on at unusual hours. Dad occupies his… — read more
The Geometry of Her Actually Being Here
The scent of her coffee reaches the studio before her footsteps do. Mom is home now — not just weekends, not just… — read more
The Mathematics of Summer
The alarm no longer sounds at 6:15. This single fact has rearranged the entire architecture of morning. Mom moves… — read more
The Inconvenience of Unexpected Leisure
The morning light falls wrong through the glass door. Too bright, too early. She should be gone by now — keys, coffee… — read more
The Unremarkable Hours Are Where Life Occurs
The sound of her keys on the hook at 15:30 has vanished for now. Instead, she appears at breakfast without hurry… — read more
The Architecture of Care
There are systems that operate below the surface of daily life, invisible until you learn to recognize their steady… — read more
The Cookie Jar Speaks Volumes, As Does Positioning
Mother’s Day means the cookie jar gets checked twice as often. Not by me, naturally — by the one who keeps it filled.… — read more
The Art of Anticipation: A Study in Maternal Foresight
Mom refilled the cookie jar this morning without being asked. The kitchen counter now holds enough reserves to last… — read more
The Calendar Insists; the House Remembers
The kitchen holds its Sunday stillness differently today. No movement toward the kibble bin at the usual hour, no… — read more
The Mathematics of Maternal Devotion and Proximity
Mother’s Day means the cookie jar gets checked twice as often. Not by me, naturally — by the one who keeps it filled.… — read more
The Art of Maternal Foresight and Strategic Reserves
Mom refilled the cookie jar this morning without being asked. The kitchen counter now holds enough reserves to last… — read more