A Loose-leaf Soul
Some people are lucky enough to be born to rich parents. I’m even luckier: I was born to a rich…
Category: autobiographical
No, I Don’t See What You’re Saying.
Sunbeams speared the small clearing like theatrical spotlights, filled with drifting dust and tiny dancing flies. On a moss-covered hillock…
Endgames and Self-Therapy
“If we ever make it, we’ll wonder how on earth we could have been so stupid as to waste our time turning like cogs in a machine whose only purpose was to keep running – the Emmett Machine of Modern Life.”
I Qwit
But actually… I’m all about new phases.
How I Arrived Here
How did I arrive at where I am as a writer? What made the clouds part to light my path?