On the cusp of my season
I have always hoped that this day would come. In my youth, I bought into the Cinderella story of traditional publishing. An agent would believe in my talent. She would…
I have always hoped that this day would come. In my youth, I bought into the Cinderella story of traditional publishing. An agent would believe in my talent. She would…
Good evening, Night softly falls around my tiny house and seeps into the small spaces between the curtain panels. I raise my eyes to watch the blades of the fan…
Good day — for it is daytime somewhere, though not where I am. I’m writing here because MYWOC is “down” for unknown reasons. I have reached out to QWK.NET, my…
Dear Family, Friends, and Fans: Greetings to you all from Park Delta Bay. Pardon this blanket one-size-fits-all missive. I’m trying to get the word out to everyone about how I…
Folks — if you have not yet subscribed to My Year Without Complaining, I hope you will do so. In the meantime, find today’s sage HERE. Be well, everyone. I’ll…
Dear Friends, Fans, and Family: I gave myself permission not to write my Saturday Musings yesterday. I found myself at a distant locale without my own computer. Someone offered me…
Good morning, Two sentient beings still sleep, though I have already disturbed one of them. Under the coffee table in the front bedroom, the old dog curls in her tattered…
Good morning, I balance the ThinkPad on a tray which itself rests on a half-open drawer. I sit on a wooden stool, one of two left behind by someone who…
Good morning, Today I remember my favorite curmudgeon, Jabez MacLaughlin, three years after his passing from this life to whatever lies beyond the world we see. I’m thinking of the…
Good morning, I’m getting good at asking for help, so when my friend Richard said, do you want me to carry the plants into the house, I said, sure. And soon enough: I…