Where the writer and the reader collaborate to make the work of fiction is perhaps, above all, in the imagination. In the joint creation of the fictive world. — Ursula K. Le Guin Continue reading →
A rare Friday at home. Went out to get the mail and bring out some stuff for the recycling bin and turned around to see a visitor who reminded me to fill the feeders and then followed me around for a bit, churring. Continue reading →
Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is the probable reason so few people engage in it. — Henry Ford
The Crowd Roars! You WIN! Continue reading →
Mom and Grace C. reminded me tonight I can remember to be grateful. So here goes: Whoever decided to stuff olives with jalapeños — thank you!
If poetry and the arts do anything they can fortify your inner life, your inwardness.
