Sorry I'm Not From Around Here Section :: Page 7
Wherein I pontificate about Monday night’s poetry reading, hosted by myself and my partner, Anthony, at the YSAC Gallery.
Even as a newbie, I should not have been surprised at the community’s overwhelmingly compassionate reaction to a recent raid on a nearby no-kill shelter.
I have heard it said that there’s no such thing as bad pizza. I have heard it said because I have said it. I’m kinda of the opinion that it’s not possible to go wrong with bread, tomato sauce and cheese; everything else is incidental. How lucky am I, then, to have moved to a […]
I accept it. I embrace it. I will shout it from the rooftops: when it comes to cold weather, I am a total wiener.
Twelve weeks into motherhood, I’m stealing some minutes of my own, and a cup of decaf, and sitting down to write.
Surprise! Art is everywhere!
Hello, Yellow Springs: I’m going to spin you a yarn about the reason I moved here. Would you believe me if I said it was jealousy?