Those aren’t pillows! Prompt: Why do I write? (Writing Down the Bones, by Natalie Goldberg) Date: 18 October 2011 Location: 26B I write because I know it is going to take a lifetime of writing to explain the answer. I… Read More ›
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C Our Age
Spoonful of Courage helps my typos go down. It’s funny how tiny pebbles, each about the weight of an Advil, can be combined and manipulated with other ingredients to create an impenetrable castle wall with the strength of an anvil. … Read More ›
My Founding Father
“Where is Caesar?” Try South Dakota, they have a fax machine that works. There is a statue of my father. It may be symbolic but, trust me on this one, where it stands in my heart, this statute is stronger… Read More ›
A Chance Encounter with a Lesson
We ran across an old man in a busy pub. With unsteady hands, he took his pint from one corner of the bar to the next but each seat was covered by a backside. Our bag from the park with… Read More ›
In Memory of My Sister
This post is a little bit on the heavy side. It isn’t for everyone, in reality in some respects it may be just for me. Why share something so personal? Well, for selfish reasons. It brings me closer to her…. Read More ›
eternal Domnation 