You decide.

If you happen to like my art, I'm going to be selling some work for any price. And if that sounds like something you'd like to know more about, go to Words Are Art.

Condemned.

I can't say what I expected when we came around the corner, but my expectation must've contained the idea of life. Life being noted with lights in the windows, a car in the drive, and food in the kitchen. What is life when there are no people to see? You know it when you see …

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If you’re supposed to think out of the box, then why do you love The Container Store?

Well, I love The Container Store even as I note how absurd most of it is. I like any office supply store, too. Bookstores. Anything with paper and other square things. But I'm wandering down the wrong aisle, because I read about these white boxes at art fairs where artists sell their stuff. I happen …

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Calling…

A huge pile of my own fiction sits a few inches away from me. Rows of fiction actually published sits all around me. And I can't think of one worthwhile thing to say. Nonetheless, whatever you celebrate, may your celebration--quiet and alone or crowded and loud or somewhere in-between--be bright.