See how clean my kitchen is? My clean kitchen has nothing to do with this post, but it cheers me up to look at it. Yesterday my youthful companion and I drove 418 miles across Illinois, Wisconsin and Minnesota back to our house. We stopped only once, at a Kwik Trip, where we filled the … Continue reading To hear what isn't being said
Telling all sides of the parenting story
Waking Up to Your Dreams
On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
Putting those recalcitrant toddler cancer cells to bed...
your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
the literary asylum
