Diana Belchase

September 11, 2012 | Diana Belchase

Remembering 9/11

  I’ll never forget 9/11. Back then, I lived only a few blocks from the Pentagon and could see it burning from my apartment window.  White smoke curled against the sky like some ominous papal decree.  An occasional flicker of red was blocked out by a film of virulent pewter haze; a horror film come […]

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September 4, 2012 | Diana Belchase

Waltzing in my Dreams

       I’ve always dreamt of being at a grand ball and waltzing.      The image of tall, mysterious men circling a floor to the strains of Strauss, while their partners’ dresses billow behind them, is incredibly romantic – like a music box springing to life.      Too bad it only happens […]

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