Lookbacks From a Blogger

Lookbacks From a Blogger The thing about this blog is that amid the reward of connecting with you (yes, you!) and “finding my voice,” I am also unable to avoid painful discrepancies in my work tendencies.  The history of my habits is written out here for all to see....

When a Place is Too Many Things

When a Place is Too Many Things Some places are things. They are the air breathed in and out by a sad man who misses his life because he forgets it’s still being lived. They are the mats of wisping hair, falling in troll hairdos off a dying dog’s coat, flying fairy...

Housesitting in Italy: First Nights Alone

Housesitting in Italy: First Nights Alone I am not proud to say that on this first day of seeing no fellow human, I greet the night with a certain fear rising in my blood. Alone, there will be no friend or parent calling or stopping by. No neighbor to hear a scuffle...