A bullhorn in the desert.
Having a blog is an odd thing. It’s like doing a coffee house reading without the coffee. Or the house. Or the stage. Or the microphone. Or the faces. Hmm…. Read more »
Having a blog is an odd thing. It’s like doing a coffee house reading without the coffee. Or the house. Or the stage. Or the microphone. Or the faces. Hmm…. Read more »
“Stay here honey, I’ll be right back,” the father said to his daughter. They were standing fifty feet from a set of bathrooms located at the foot of the California… Read more »
It’s odd what you can find on a college campus. These were outside the Art building. Someone’s project?
When the phone rang this morning I immediately jumped up to answer. After all, every phone call has potential. It might be a long lost friend looking to reconnect, a… Read more »
I’ve been so successful in quashing my desire to write for the last six months that I truly feared that it was gone forever. Sure, I’d written a little here,… Read more »
I love to try new ways of writing, just in case there’s a better way out there that I haven’t yet discovered. Only, well, lately I have had very little… Read more »
“Your phone was cutting out and I just pretended that I could hear what you were saying.” That was the excuse I got. I had arrived home at 8:30 am… Read more »
It must an -ism of some sort. There’s no other logical explanation. Maybe it’s blondism, the deep dislike and distrust of women with blond hair. I used to run into… Read more »
I’m so confused! On one hand, I deplore the racist words said by Donald Sterling. On the other, I believe people have the right to say whatever they want in… Read more »
Everyone has a favorite type of story. Some like deep, dark mysteries that keep a person guessing whodunit until the very last minute. Others enjoy light-hearted comedies that give the… Read more »