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Writer and Dog at the End of Day: a Confession
He’s a projecting, guitar playing, good housekeeping kind of guy. I wouldn’t call myself a slob, there’s just always something better to do other than clean. I’m a good paper towel cleaner upper. I can wipe up the kitchen floor with a single section. He’s also my...
When Overcome By the One Who Became
I have come from one place, arrived here, and am now in-between here and the place I am going. I wait in my favorite room facing north with a beautiful view, all yellow and blue like Van Gogh’s Starry Night. This artist trusted his life’s work and was not led...
What Letter?
A letter I have been waiting for came in the mail today. I waited to open it ‘til Todd got home, a sort of celebratory thing, you know? He looked through the mail when he walked in and said, “Library of Congress.” I said, “Yeah, kind of feels like I’m a real writer,”...