A Thorn Between Two Roses
One year ago today, these two young ladies took their first breaths somewhere in upstate New York. Two and a half months later, they...
Life Is… Complicated
My grandmother, God rest her, always used to say, "believe half of what you see and none of what you hear." It is an...
Her Name Is Beatrice
Since the dawn of humankind, certainly, no later than when we started praying to Gods (Sun, Moon, Stars, and so on), we have given...
Perception v. Reality
So Begins the category I have lovingly named "Hattie Matters" in honor of this gray little bundle of love and terror that came into...
The Playhouse
I recently suggested that, after investing so much focus and energy over the past year or so in getting my latest nonfiction published, once...
Photo Journal: A Hermit Store Run
Especially for my overseas penpal, April ~
The inbound Carriage arrives
It's a cozy ride
My whole heart hates City life
Crosswalk death's nearby
Gladiator breakfast time!
What hell...
Evolution Of A Nobody Writer – Part I
The idea of writing an autobiography by creating a collection of memoirs is not something I came up with on my own. I fell...
The Coronapocalyptic Incursion On Furtive Living
I have always been a big fan of the word "furtive." For one thing, it just sounds cool. For another, its definition is related...
The Company We Keep
Technically, an essay worth its salt starts with an introductory paragraph intended to set the general tone for what follows in the body of...
