Today, I got mixed up on carpooling details and missed my weekly critique group meeting. I walked all the way downtown to make the car pool ( a couple of ... Read more
Watching you lately, the way a new beat consumes you, the sound of the beginning of a track played over and over again, inspires me. I can ask you to ... Read more
At first, I couldn’t manage more than a poem, but the poems came so fast I carried a notebook with me everywhere. I wrote my first short story when I ... Read more
We were eight, maybe nine, when we met. I don’t remember the first moment, but I remember a lot of important moments along the way, including the time we went ... Read more
When I was eleven years old I would spend hours and hours out in the yard working on my cartwheel. This went on for years, and that is probably why ... Read more
How do we keep writing in spite of our busy lives? Don’t ask me! Everything was going so well. Pages were getting filled with fiction. Post after post for this ... Read more
Dear Yoga Mat, You never scold me for staying away longer than I should and I need to remember when I roll out my mat and step to the top ... Read more
A paragraph came without warning. I was reading Great House on the way to a wedding in Seattle. I didn’t even have a notebook to write it down, so I ... Read more
“A long-lost book reappears, mysteriously connecting an old man searching for his son and a girl seeking a cure for her widowed mother’s loneliness. Leo Gursky is just about surviving, ... Read more
Dear Long Distance Stare, You’ve gotten me into trouble a few times in public. “Stare hard, retard.” OR “What are you lookin’ at?” That sort of thing. If I had ... Read more