I’ve been writing these pieces since Thanksgiving 2018. So, for two months, I’ve not known what to call it. Blog? Since I’m not sure what a blog is and since it is such a catch word, I don’t think
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
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
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,
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
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.
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”