When Words Fail

WHEN WORDS FAIL They are slippery, evasive, coy, dangling on our tongues, sometimes, yes, at the tip, and sometimes on an edge, not big enough to bite, or near enough to taste, resting on molars, or canines, before vanishing and reappearing in a flicker, chuckling. Once in a while, they are gremlins, gumming up the … More When Words Fail

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