My Story Threads

Young people don't need closets, she said. All of the new houses lack storage space. This from behind a pile of junk old paper, crumbs,...

I know it well. It is central to one of my threads, my tangents. But it is not the point of that thread. Nor is it the beginning or the...

These words followed me for a while. I hadn't seen them in years, then I started cleaning out my closets. I forced myself to examine...

There's something so intimidating about a blank page. Maybe it's because our lives are so noisy. This blank page is very empty and all at...