So I’ll point you in the direction of my friend Michael Deibert, who has plenty to say and says it well.
So I’ll point you in the direction of my friend Michael Deibert, who has plenty to say and says it well.
But also a bit of wallowing and a bit of sulking. And all while weighted down by the tail end of a cold, and waking up on Wednesday morning with my top lip totally swollen by cold sores (boy did…
I thought Id tipped my hand in the previous post when I said that things were rather pointedly not going on on the publishing front, but I guess not. So heres the thing. Drowning Practice is most likely going into…
though not entirely healthy yet. But it’s been long enough that I’m fairly confident I’m no longer contagious. A good feeling in and of itself, as I don’t enjoy going out into the world with the sense that I’m dropping…
It’s been entirely too long since my last post, and I feel like I should want to do something entertaining here for you, but I have a cold–a nasty one–and all I want to do is hide under a blanket…
The good thing about taking pictures of my first attempt at sourdough bread and then failing to blog about it for a week is that now I can show you the first two attempts at sourdough bread instead, since I…
Sourdough. Right. Sourdough. I’m at the coffee shop, Sunday writing day, taking a quick break from the writing. I remembered to tuck the camera into my backpack so I could upload the sourdough pictures. What I did NOT remember was…
Dawn comes up hard and fast through the window, needle to the eyes and the sick taste of metal and geraniums in his mouth. Nostrils crusted shut and an ache that goes bone deep. Done it again Dwight youve done…
#6 will be the last fragment. They’re not working in the context of the blog, no matter how much I may like them and enjoy writing them. I’ll keep doing them, as I always have–they’re like doing scales–but I’m not…
We spent Saturday (a warm, sunny, gorgeous day–we timed it well) digging out the Toxoplasmosis Garden to make way for a new, improved, cat-proof garden with nice, clean feces-free dirt. We (meaning Billy, while I toddler-wrangled) dug the dirt out…