January 2017

Since I have realized I am only dreaming, my relief has been immeasurable. Not that my dream is all bad. I am dreaming that I recently moved to a place called Pompano Beach. I am living in an apartment with a balcony overlooking a lake, a place where I like to write. I must have […]

I. I have made friends with darkness. There is a warmth in it, the dusky comfort of a plush teddy bear or the soothing delight of just-baked brownies. I discovered the warmth of darkness two years ago when, at age 25, I lost my vision to a degenerative disease. At first the darkness scared me.

As a fiction writer, I often wonder what kind of character I am. Am I a sympathetic character, or are there scenarios in which I could be a villain? Most people, I suspect, could be either in extreme situations. But my introspection regarding stories goes beyond good and evil. I wonder if I am a

Months ago I received a letter from my sanity imploring me to go off Twitter. It was delivered first class, so it must have been an emergency. However, I wanted to stay on Twitter, so I just filed the letter away. In recent days, however, my sanity began blasting me with emails ordering me to