The Art of Not Writing

The road to nowhere is NOT paved with good intentions.  It is paved with Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Wayfair, instant messenger, texting, 30 minute phone calls (OK, possibly much longer) with my three sisters, two daughters and various friends, playing hide-and-go-seek with the dog, making lists I will never complete, thinking about exercising, not exercising, justifying... Continue Reading →

I stared at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling in the courtyard of the small strip mall across the street from where we lived.  I lay flat on my back, trying to piece together what had just happened and what the slimy stuff all around me could possibly be.  I looked around to see if... Continue Reading →

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