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I’m being cozy with myself. Curious, and gentle. Quiet, on this day without work or much for obligations. I dropped my son off at school. (He was wearing a double-breasted coat, gray wool with a brilliant fuscia lining. It was a lost-and-found offering from a friend. I love that he loves it, and that I am able, in spite of all my acculturation, to let it be irrelevant that the coat was designed, tailored, and sold with a female market in mind, not a nearly 12-year-old boy). I

On Writer’s Block jumped into my box at the Friends of the Library Book Sale. I was wary– I’ve done The Artist’s Way, this could be old...

I’m publishing my first book and it’s going so slowly. Not too slowly, but slower than my imagination. I’m a skittish colt leaping around...