I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
I drove 250 miles this week, Plymouth to Brooklyn, NY. I’ve traveled I-95 and Merritt/Hutchinson/Henry Hudson hundreds of times. Traffic was light, the day bright, and for reasons that aren’t […]
In a winter weary park, purple crocus bloom. Bright sun makes a liar of the snow and slush of two days ago. For the past week, I’ve been an honorary […]
Another Friday the 13th is fast approaching, bringing Stephen King thoughts. I admit to occasionally imagining plots that tend toward the horror genre with cemeteries, aliens, demon possession. I think I could write […]