Window Over The Sink

This was from April of 2023, but was written before that. While I know when I wrote it, I don't actually recall doing it. It was a rough...

Friday Morning It's Friday morning here. Early. The sun was waking up when I came to my office. I said thanks for another day, for a...

"Yesterday (20 March 2025), The Atlantic published a searchable database of over 7.5 million books and 81 million research papers . This...

It was the late 1960s, so there was nothing new about a sit-in. They'd been on the news for a few years. They disgusted most people I...

I'm comfortable with being old. I like having a huge quiver of memories to carry around, that our house is long paid for, that I can...

When I was a kid, I wanted to be popular. I also wanted to be thin, pretty, and well dressed. I wanted to have enough money to shop at...

I complain about hate. A lot. At halvesies with greed, I consider it to be one of the two worst things that have ever happened to our...

"In the end, we'll all become stories." -  written by Margaret Atwood.   "... but it is up to us whether that story is unremarkable, or,...

This week someone called me a Marxist . Actually, it was a liberal Marxist , so I was okay with part of it. So, even though I learned...

It's Friday morning and it was three degrees when I got up. After whining a bit about this being winter at its worst, I remembered a few...

At Black Dog Writers the other night, we used story prompts and wrote for 20 minutes. Most of us wrote in longhand, a few on tablets, a...