Blog Posts
Every story or novel I’ve written is at one point or another a big, lumpy mess. Too much in some places, not enough in others. A mass not even resembling what I want it too look like in the end.
At the core of “The Overstory” is a translation problem; the trees are speaking, but we humans are not listening anymore.
‘Tis the season to dress up like a twinkle light covered traffic cone! And other cold-weather running tips.
What I want to review regarding “Home” by Marilynne Robinson is myself as a reader.