There’s a brand new Scougale boy in the world … and he’s the third. I have every confidence that he will be as adorable as his brothers. I’ve yet to hold him, but I know this about him: all 8 lbs 8 oz and 21″ of Silas
I bumped into the bookshelf next to my bed awhile ago, and it set off a chain reaction that stole an hour of my life.
The bump caused a noise … a noise that sounded suspiciously like one of my double-point needles rolling off the edge of the bookcase,
A memory from four years ago. I’m happy to say that she’s still singing; I pray she never stops.
She sits close to me tonight. Closer than usual. Sometimes, on some Wednesday nights, I can tell her mind is elsewhere. Those times, she’s
When I walked into the kitchen this morning and saw that straw sticking out of a too-short cup, my first thought was, "That is absolutely the last time I buy straws' ...
I don't use a specific pen, nor do I wear a lucky writing hat when I sit at my desk. I don't keep rotten apples in my desk drawer to sniff for inspiration, although this apparently worked for the German writer, Friedrich Schiller. And on the subject of clothing: Unlike Victor Hugo, I prefer to wear some while I'm composing -- but that's just me. The rest of you do what you like ...
Does today seem insignificant? Think again.
“It is a moment of light surrounded on all sides by darkness and oblivion. In the entire history of the universe, let alone in your own history, there has never been another just like it and there will