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Last Nights are Laden with Meaning

On my last night in London—Jan 30 2025 (I mention the date to give a snapshot…
Is this Gerotranscendence?

I’m sitting on a train that is so nice it feels like first class. I’ve just…
It happened in Cornish Anglish

I was on the illy seaboard follow. Dreckly, pized dawn started. My fingers steeved. The follow…
A Weird and Scary Day

This children’s story is meant for a four- to eight-year-old reader. It is the only children’s…
Err and err and err again but less and less and less

The arrow is drawn to a hair’s breadth from the cheek. Fingertips purple, feet anchored, one…
Nature has a purpose for everything

We didn’t dawdle over tea, but rather headed out in the early morning. It would be…
Fire and Water

When wildfires are reported, let’s not make it sound like they are inevitable. I don’t want…
Anatomy of Writing a Debut Novel

I wrote a first draft of my debut novel, For Ephiy, by chance based on a Stephen King…
What Will You have to Say Good-bye to?

At a writers’ group meeting in Yelapa, the assigned writing prompt was: What Will You Have…
Being demeaned by a person in authority

It’s a heart-thumping, personally damaging experience, or it can be. Here’s an excerpt from Remember (working…