I’m not writing as much as I’d like to, certainly. Life right now feels like a season of wandering, within and without. But at least I am trying to read some more again. Returning from the Arizona trip, though, my interest in the Anza project has returned, although I find myself frequently wondering why...
Read more →For the writer, one of the greatest tools in Resistance’s toolbox is reticence, and its perpetual challenge to one’s vulnerability. Reticence is a fantastic tool for Resistance because it keeps the writer perpetually self-monitoring and questioning their work- and in many cases, by highlighting where a particular admission or proclamation or illustration might open...
Read more →When he lumbered into the empty clinic, he was an anxious middle-aged man with his brown hair slathered back and stuck to his head, dressed in slacks and olive- and wine-striped polo. He was average in height but stocky, and he carried a young bull terrier that lay limp in his arms. “I don’t...
Read more →In a weekend of prolonged inner shadow, I sat down last night and finally opted to watch the Netflix movie I had had sitting around in the house since December 11, 2017: Silence. Sometimes I do that, for cloudy reasons- get a movie, and let it sit for months. In this case, I let...
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I was fortunate enough to have some time off available to burn at work, and an offering of generosity to nudge me to get me on the road the first weekend of March. About two weeks ago, a work colleague I talk regularly with about all kinds of sports let me know she and...
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