I always choose “Rock” When I was little, my brother and I did the classic “rough housing” thing in the back seat of the car, just far enough out of reach that my dad’s swinging arm could not smack us. We had a game (which now that I think about it, was kind of […]
Monthly Archives: May 2015
“At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun…” Rudyard Kipling from The Dawn Wind Once, I was flying to Russia in the middle of the night and I woke with that dry-mouthed start you […]
“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again“ Actually, I didn’t write that. And I went to my old house in Marsh Landing Country Club, and it wasn’t a dream, and it was not a burnt wreckage, and there wasn’t a ghost of the crazy wife in the attic or a blinded ex-lover wandering in the ruins. Although, with the […]