You have to write something that begins with “So did you know that at our local gas station. . .” Do you want to? Not really. But write it you will, because this is what you signed up for, here on this write what I tell you, like it or not day. Off you go … Continue reading So did you know that at our local gas station –
How she got so good at typing? She practiced. She took a typing class in high school, when she was 15. It was taught by a woman who also taught Business, which, now that she looks back on it, was shorthand (which they didn’t teach) for Secretarial Skills. That photo to the right there is … Continue reading How she got so good at typing
See that photo there, in the upper left? Of course you don’t. That’s because there is a tiny mutant rebel army wielding swords and running amok in the walls of this blog, much as tiny mice used to run amok in the walls of the very old house in which I grew up, and they … Continue reading from an unfamiliar photo sent by a friend
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Waking Up to Your Dreams
On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
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Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
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"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
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