Non-Fiction Living

I arrive at the basement laundry room in my building. A young man is finishing up with the washers. Good timing. He'll unload his clot...

Kids grow up so fast. In the blink of an eye. The days are long, the years are short. And so on. Blah, blah. Kids grow up so fast except...

The dry air will greet me on the way inside of the apartment. I will turn on the lights because even though it's midday, it's dark...

The first things I wrote were hard. Touching the words would give you splinters. Tumbleweeds blew through. Then the locusts came. Later ev...

The landline rang. I picked it up. I have zero time she said. But I just had to call and congratulate you. Oh wow, so he told you, I s...

You capture the germ of something. It's good. You work fast. Everything is lucid and frank. Nothing extra, nothing wasted. You wait a ...

There's some good stuff inside this head. Creativity. Thinking thoughts other people don't. I also like to help people. That sai...