Sleeping Over and In 1

I just did something I rarely do these days: I slept in until seven am. Last night I stayed up past eleven and I didn’t even set an alarm. For me, this is crazy. This is akin to running naked through the streets. Well, maybe not quite like that, because that does sound like something ...

Back to daily pages 1

Several years ago—it seems a lifetime: two moves, three states, a kid, and a novel—I found myself in the midst of a writing crisis. I was floundering, and I felt that my writing had begun to move lower and lower on my list of priorities. Looking to get out of this slump I began to ...

The kid is gone 1

The kid is gone
I got my first bicycle for Christmas when I was five or six years-old. I remember waking up to find it assembled near the tree and being excited for the prospect of learning how to ride it. Until then, I’d never had a bicycle, never ridden anything taller than a Big Wheel or Green Machine. ...