Yesterday a new friend and I were having lunch, and she asked, "What kind of writing do you enjoy doing for fun?" The sad truth is that my personal writing has languished in the past year and a half. I was laid off from a company I worked for for almost 19 years, redefining myself professionally... Continue Reading →
Roots
Along one of my long-run routes, I pass a tree that ignites my imagination every time I go by it. It clings to the hillside out of which it grows, its roots on display like the exposed labrynthine tunnel world of a glass-encased ant farm. Taggers have painted graffiti on the hardpan cliff around it.... Continue Reading →