I wanted to read Mary’s poems In light of her death And then I remembered They are all packed in a box Marked y’s books My books My special books Poetry and non fiction and fiction Dry books of
12 January 2019 — Pilgrim Soul
I love looking for the theme song for my stories. Some songs are slow as molasses making themselves known to me, but that’s another story. Some songs come to me lickety-split, for instance the song for my first Walkerville
3 January 2019 — The Why of Walkerville Desires
What does the Walkerville Desires series have to offer you that hasn’t been offered, pushed down our throats, and over-promised all our lives? What is the ‘why’ in my writing? Whole characters come to me, telling me their names,
29 December 2018 — Approaching the New Year
2019 is what, 72 hours away? I have heard from several professionals in the past few days who tell me, a random person on their email list, what their dreams were for 2018 and what they did/didn’t achieve them. They
21 December 2018 — Solstice 2018
I almost made it. For reasons I won’t go into here I haven’t celebrated the 25th of December for 18 years. I did make a batch of fudge, snow balls, and oatmeal and raisin cookies to give to some folks.
14 December 2018 — Ian #2
This is another Edinburgh story. Actually this one’s in the Highlands. Ian loved being of service. I still have the cup. Ian #2 This was the second time they stopped at this off-the-motor-way-café in the Highlands. The first time was
7 December 2018 — Launderette Tour
I fell in love with Edinburgh, the city, and Edinburgh, the people. I wrote several vignettes while there. Some of these folks I met and talked with, some folks I just made up stories as they went on with their
28 November 2018 — Found Fragment
I will not abandon myself She drew a line in the sand. Literally. The hot limpid wind only blew hotter limpid air around the compound. The line she drew was to make sure no vampires or demons would cross over
21 November 2018 — The Night Before Thanksgiving
Hi everyone, it’s the night before Thanksgiving. There’s something about being reflective at any time of the year — birthdays, anniversaries, holidays … as I take a deep breath and smell the milk chocolate/toffee confection that I mistakenly call “Crack”