Jumping In

old friend, old friend. back here in the middle of the night searching for my wayward voice, where have I been. hid down slim in the crevace...

No person, real or fictional, no monster, goblin or republican president has ever terrified me like the Wicked Witch of the West. All my fea...

The clock said 3:33 and it made me move. Half of something. Too late or too early, I don't know. Too much of everything undone around me...

Yesterday at the ACME gym-mart I was working sweat to the surface on the elliptical and trying to focus on one of the 437 TVs suspended from...

Lookie here. I have a blog. Huh? I'm sorry, brain fog. I'm supposed to do what with this thing, write stuff. Hmm. Got no stuff to wr...

Josie comes out of the bathroom, blond curls looking like Einstein on a bad hair day. Can't really even call what was happening on her h...

I meant to blog part two of I See Patterns the day after part one was posted. But I got busy, and my girls got sick and then I got sick, so ...