Kenyon
Houses are made differently here. They seem to turn inward, tucking their skirts up under their feet against the winter, waiting for spring to come. The sun has been up […]
Houses are made differently here. They seem to turn inward, tucking their skirts up under their feet against the winter, waiting for spring to come. The sun has been up […]
Okay, okay – yeah, the roadtrip blog’s been pretty damned quiet lately. Sorry, no roadtrips. A wise writer friend of mine once warned me that “Blogs are a of lot […]
So there I was, about five years ago, sitting on the living room floor of Brian and Gretchen’s house in Walsenburg with Beth. Beth Watson, kid sister of my high […]
The fox knows many things but the hedgehog knows one big thing. — Archilochus, 700 BCE. Most days, I feel a bit insecure about being a dilettante. I mean – […]