The writing life is mostly comprised of behind-the-scenes, butt-in-the-chair, angst-ridden periods of time in which you are completely certain you’ve made a horrible mistake. You aren’t truly a writer. No one will ever read your work. It will never be published, and if it is, it will only be read …
2016, with its mirthless misery taught me with no uncertainty that nothing about this life is reliable. Entire chunks of a family …
Snowbells on early. Christmas cactus bloomed late. We’re arriving at spring before we got to winter, but considering the winters …
The magical second time around. Good for lovers and careers, but not so good for bank robbers. More bank robbers get away with …
I’ve spent the past two weeks with my aging parents, helping them navigate the here and now while trying to survive myself in …
