Lunacy

“I’ve… been too much in my head. Why don’t we take a walk?” (McLain)¹ ~ I’m not sure if pursuing writing is a good idea for me. I think it makes me crazy. I’m moody, brooding about my latest idea, working things out in my head, withdrawn as I think and think and think. I … Continue reading Lunacy

Lost Balls

Last holiday season, when I worked at the Barnes & Noble in Minnesota, a clean-cut 30-something man, about my age, approached me at the information desk.  His short, sandy hair was neatly trimmed, his face freshly shaved, and he wore a grass-green long-sleeved polo, tucked into khaki chinos.  He stepped up to the counter where … Continue reading Lost Balls