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 …
My father used to tell me about a warning in the Bible, a prophecy, about how, near the coming of the end …
Snowbells on early. Christmas cactus bloomed late. We’re arriving at spring before we got to winter, but considering the winters …
