I don’t know about you, but my chorus can become extremely loud without notice. And as to why they are mostly negative noises I leave to someone with more shrink training than I have. But make no mistake - everyone who starts writing has to deal with some form of Miss Grundy, often shouting “You call that a word??!!”Read More
- I have to write. Without words I am bereft of purpose. There is no place to put the observations that engulf me. What is seen must be captured, assessed, noted, saved, savored, and ultimately shared.
Driving south into rural Maryland the four-lane highway, dotted with traffic lights, cleaves through strip malls offering the usual rural services in a recovering economy: bail bonds, pawn brokers, mortgage re-financing, pay day loans, and self- storage. It was the latter—sitting with my foot on the brake at a really long red light—that caught my attention.Read More
At the top of the stairs, listening to my breath, I punch in the five number code, the red light turns green, there is a click, I open the door, I exhale and then inhale the air inside, a compound of old floor and new ideas. Once inside, I walk the eight steps down the hall, past the lockers on one side and the coat hooks on the other, and then I open the inner door and enter the room.Read More