It’s very rare that I remember any dreams and probably the only reason I remember this one is because I woke up from surprise. I found myself standing in a small kitchen with a couple people sitting at a table. … Continue reading →
cuz that’s what kind of day it was: everything’s disturbed out of place, hint of panic, want to hide my head. Remedy for day, Wherein I’m worn to a nub Martini on porch.
I confess that I can be a compulsive counter: squares, blocks, silverware, you name it. OK, little heath bars. There I’ve said it. Continue reading →
so a little rough calculating says I probably need about … Continue reading →
If you want to be a writer-stop talking about it and sit down and write! — Jackie Collins Continue reading →
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
