Oh Deer

How can you waste time? You have only so much to use, and no matter what you do, it still passes. Felix Salten, Bambi's Children    There he is, munching on the Virginia creeper vines which, in my mind, can’t be too tasty at this time of year as they’re mostly sticks. Perhaps the yearling

Five Minute Friday – Balance

I’ve come to sing you a song called December. Ryan Murphy, Down with the Ship I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BALANCE) and write for five minutes about it. I have no intention of stepping a foot outside today, except for

Absurdity and Wisdom

When it comes to the business of how do you become a human being, how do you manage to believe, how do you have faith in a world that gives you 14,000 reasons every week not to believe, how do you survive . . . at that level we all have the same story, and

One Holy Evening

It starts with butterflies, it usually does. Any time I have to go somewhere new—in the evening especially—I get nervous, start second-guessing, and wondering if there’s a way I can get out of it. I know these women, some better than others. They know my story—they’ve read my book—no need to pull on a mask before

Waiting

In the silence of a midwinter dusk there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be only the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. . . For a second you catch a whiff in the air of

Monday, December 3, 2018

There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.  Ernest Hemingway Gerry and his brother head up to the ski hill, I head downstairs to the sanctuary of the woman cave to play with words and blast some