Second Child Syndrome
Makes a second child kind of puff up their chest and look somewhere else for the limelight. Maybe become a writer.
Continue reading →Makes a second child kind of puff up their chest and look somewhere else for the limelight. Maybe become a writer.
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Continue reading →A former classmate avoids the MFA program reunion. Her writing career isn’t developing like life according to Facebook. In the five years since graduating, others have published, found full-time academic positions, received recognition. Her achievements, while quite nice, feel small. … Continue reading →
Amsterdam is a large airport, busy even at six thirty Sunday morning. Like many European airports it has transfer centers where passengers can check on their next flight or make changes to their reservations. It’s a good idea that would … Continue reading →
Rocky recently joined our household. He is a fur ball of energy. We’ve laughed over his insane play, grown tired of his sharp teeth testing toes, rewarded outside pooping, and begun teaching the many lessons a puppy needs to co-exist … Continue reading →
Some nights, silence is the best music as words become sentences and paragraphs fill the page. Some nights the womanly voices of Adele or Bonnie Raitt lure creativity onto a blank page then another and another. Or maybe lost in the … Continue reading →
Attending literary events lately has led me to the non-scientific observation that writers in this part of the Midwest might eat too many calories per hour while sitting at their computers during extended cold weather. Pictures from a June book … Continue reading →
If I were a carpenter my workshop would be crammed full of three legged tables and boxes without drawers and skeletons without shelves. Story fragments have been dragged from computer to computer over the decades, as useless as the matching … Continue reading →
The Easter Bunny is making his first appearance at the Bay Park Mall in Green Bay. (Note the “he” and move on. Like a ‘she’ bunny couldn’t deliver candy.) If the Easter Bunny is working then why aren’t you? At … Continue reading →
I write speculative fiction. Not the kind with aliens or wizards. I write about the near future. It’s not like I haven’t thought about drones being used against civilians to gather information, dispense stuff, even cause collateral losses (aka death … Continue reading →