Imbalance

There are polar bears amassing in Belushya Guba. Have you heard? This Russian town has had to set up patrols because melting sea ice has forced the bears to look for food outside of their natural habitat. Polar bears raiding garbage cans. Let that sink in. *** I dragged my trash and recycling bins back … More Imbalance

The Plow

The thing about Griselda is she works when I do. If I’m off, she goes…elsewhere; but she’s always back when I’m at my desk, or making notes on paper assuming I’ll be able to read them later…which I won’t because…well, I’ll save that  for another time. *** I’ve been practicing Hatha Yoga for decades. Four … More The Plow

Off Course

I had two things in mind when I started this post. The first was trajectory in writing. The second was sentimentality. I always think I have a clear trajectory until the story line veers into sentimentality, and then my inner critic, a snaggle toothed harpy from Writers’ Hell, named, Griselda, sets her jaundiced eye on … More Off Course