amo vitam

Last night, as I was lying awake at 4:00 AM, I composed a really cool blog post in my head. It  was all there - the topic, the phrases, the ...

Poetry. Magnetic. Yup. You can only do so much. You know? Several of my friends are gearing up for this year's Christmas art show at...

The cemetary under the cedar trees PRESENTLY I didn't know she had been gone a year this little old English lady so tiny and ...

Me, contemplating some luscious fruit on the kitchen counter: "Peaches. Peaches! Should I have a peach?" Son: "Yes. Have a pe...

The Duchess of Parma There's this lovely term floating around the internet: sock puppetry. In case you haven't run across it, it...

Well, darlings, I said yesterday I'd tell you about the time I was writing with a dip pen recently, so I'd better do it, eh? The tel...

The quill and the QWERTY. Well, the quill and qwerty keyboard, anyway. It's amazing what's come out of those humble tools in the l...