I sit here alone in my apartment, dreaming, imagining, rehearsing all that I wish to say, all that I wish to be, and wish to be seen as. It’s a combination of boredom and the comfort of a self-imposed solitude that keeps me weaving scenario after scenario in my head.… Continue reading
Image before falling asleep: A figure hung from a noose on one of D.’s picture hooks. I watched as the hook started to pull away under the weight. The rope fell from the hook and the hook barely hung onto the blue fabric that it was attached to. It hung… Continue reading
This article appeared in the Interlake Spectator in Dec. 2006. I interviewed my good neighbor, Pete, a natural story-teller. Pete passed away Nov. 14, 2009, but I will never forget the useful things he taught me, and will never forget his laugh. Pete was always there when I needed a hand… There were no Christmas… Continue reading