Sipping Pinot, the one my friend Ed gave me a couple years ago, or maybe early ’13.  Not […]

Over 3,000 words for the day, and I’m exhausted, but I still want to write.  And my writer […]

And to Mendocino I went today.  Wrote about the heat in my new notebook, the one I took […]

Hot patio; trapped with swirled senses. Heat dousing me with non-seeable weighted veils. Paralyzed but still in a […]

And I was reminded, again, organically, by my own thought stream, to put everything out there– everything I […]