Words Are Art
My mother would be 76 years old today if she were around to experience such earthly things as birthdays. Now I for one don't believe in heaven or hell, but should these places exist, do the dead celebrate birthdays? I would think not. "I'm 202 years old now, 64 of those years on Earth." Would …
This week I'm remembering the first novel I ever fell in love with. I read voraciously as a child, going through all the books in the children's section of the local library and reading during classes instead of paying attention to the teacher. But Watership Down was a book on my mother's bookshelf. I was …
I'm adding my share of twee to the universe. I like dark and edgy as much as anyone, but give me good doses of sweet and quaint too. Please. I've been posting photos of Din and Bun with bits of conversation. It's fun and takes a bit of stress out of the day. These two …
Sometimes I read articles about other writers and artists (like today, this one here), and I want to dive into a story of my own and make something as exciting. Well, I can't do a comic book or anything like that, but in some interviews, I can feel the enthusiasm come off the page and …
I found a beat-up copy of Watership Down on my mother's bookshelf. I was in the 7th grade and especially interested in reading what my mother read. A few weeks after finishing the book, I read it again. And before 7th grade was over, I read it a third time. The next summer I tried …
