#NewReadersWanted

I had planned to write the end-of-year blog post about what happened to me last year. Some of it might have been true; some of it might have been fantasy. Each time I sat to write, I found that, while my year had been good, it hadn't been all that memorable. I mean, I...

with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer was stirring, not even his mouse; The laptop was set on the table with care, In hopes that words soon would appear. Images nestled all snug in his...

After an absence longer that I thought it would be, I'm resurrecting this blog. During the pandemic last year, I wrote and never posted a series of essays about what was happening. I didn't post them because I thought we had enough voices commenting on all things...