Gifts and Stories
Whenever I wrap up a book tour or even one of my shorter road stretches, I find I’ve accumulated a collection of disparate gifts and mementos. Books, notes, green-shelled eggs,…View post
Whenever I wrap up a book tour or even one of my shorter road stretches, I find I’ve accumulated a collection of disparate gifts and mementos. Books, notes, green-shelled eggs,…View post
Early morning easy listening: Bloodletting, by Concrete Blonde. I like the name songs: “Caroline” and “Joey“. Later, for balance, some Dallas Wayne. Which might make me dig out this guy…View post
Drove up to New Auburn with the kids yesterday, to a get-together on one of the lakes. Right through town, out Highway M, “Jabowski’s” corner, Highway 40, into the lakeshore…View post
For over a week now, neither bedtime nor nap time commences until the two-year old gets her fix of Where the Wild Things Are. “Why Things!” she says, drawing it…View post
Some time ago when metrosexuals were all the rage I did a story that never got published. The premise involved a magazine having me fly pretty much straight from 10…View post