The flash story below is a lesson for me in submitting and revising, and revising again. I worked on this story off and on -  kept tinkering with it, sending it out, getting rejected, tinkering further... and so it goes. One day, though, I found Henry Gray's Anatomy of the Human Body online as a... Continue Reading →


Or, why writing is like baking bread. Not that long ago, I was at a dinner given by a friend who is a really good cook. I'd been baking that day, so I showed up with a loaf of bread hot out of the oven for her and her family to eat when they wanted.... Continue Reading →

Say It Ain’t So…

My girls are heading off to college - one this Sunday, the other a week from today. Smith and I will be on our own - just the two of us (not counting dogs and cat) - for the first time since 1996. We've never been alone together for any kind of extended time in... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, Poets Are Jerks

  For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to purchase a dishtowel with this William Carlos Williams poem printed on it. Now, every time use towel, I read the poem and think: Who would do that? What an asshole. Then, because, when using the towel, I'm inevitably cooking, or doing dishes... Continue Reading →

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