Write the damn book, that memoir. What have you got to lose? A reputation I don’t care about. A story that’s not mine. An outcome that has already occurred. So, nothing. Except for those little things like time, energy, the will… well, I will do it because the impetus to write it––climb that hill in... Continue Reading →
The Underside
I used to think life was a chaotic and complicated mess of events and emotions that both fascinated and bewildered me. It’s kind of like being on a roller coaster ride and having no idea when that next loop or fall is coming and feeling somewhat out of control. Or like a beautiful piece of... Continue Reading →