I learned to type on my grandfather’s typewriter from the 1940s. To say I was intimidated would be an understatement. This was not one of
Category: a writer’s soul
The Raindrop Dialogues: Small Things
For many people of a certain generation, the mention of raindrops immediately summons a familiar image: Julie Andrews twirling across the screen in The Sound
A Pond in the House: Dreams, Rituals, and the Sweetness of Doing Nothing
Last night I dreamed I lived in a house with a secret room. The dream began mundanely enough. I was sitting around a table, engaged
A Frobbit’s Tale: Mordor Is Just the Beginning
At the beginning, we are all a little like Frodo Baggins, or perhaps what you might call a Frobbit, someone who longs for a quiet
The Force Revealed: Reflections on Light Beyond the Story
There was a time when Star Wars was not a franchise but a feeling. I remember being one of the first to own the movie
Go Big, Go Frog: If AI Ever Designed My Dream Frobbit House
If I ever become a billionaire best selling author, I won’t announce it, but there will be signs – subtle signs. Tasteful signs. Completely reasonable
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