When I think about the profession of fiction writing, I picture a lion tamer surrounded by and trying to control a cage full of big dangerous cats. The lion tamer’s job? Control all of the savage beasts and don’t get…
When I think about the profession of fiction writing, I picture a lion tamer surrounded by and trying to control a cage full of big dangerous cats. The lion tamer’s job? Control all of the savage beasts and don’t get…
C Some conflicts make headlines. Some just lead to change, but always with collateral damage. Libraries seem the least likely of battlegrounds unless you consider the life-changing power of ideas and the life sustaining importance of information. Then the…
Mrs. Sims’ passing was as unobtrusive as her life, marked only by a small cardboard sign in front of her house, “Auction Friday. 10:00 a.m. Household items.” After living on that corner across from my home for many years, Mrs.…
B Years ago as my step father was sliding into the bizarre horror of Alzeheimer’s, he would sit on the blue couch in the living room and say, over and over again, “What am I doing here?” That puzzled…