You know how somebody says or does something that almost demands a sharply worded response or a cautionary speech you know will be useless, but you manage to restrain yourself? When my mother would come home and tell me one of these incidents in which…
Spotted on the wall of a bar. That red thing is a phone booth, children. What’s a phone booth, Gramma? Go play with your X-Station. A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Excellence, real or perceived. MA
I’m languishing here in durance vile on a beautiful island where the Christmas lights are strung on palm trees, eating crab by the pound and working on my writing. It’s a tough life, but I know I have to suffer for my art. Meanwhile, Holly…
