Smorgasbord: A Disturbing Glimpse Into The Psyche Of A Novelist
Note to self: Don’t eat in the dark. The remote control for the soundbar to my television is NOT a chocolate bar, no matter how much it may feel like […]
Note to self: Don’t eat in the dark. The remote control for the soundbar to my television is NOT a chocolate bar, no matter how much it may feel like […]
Spiders with body hair. Alarm clocks. February in Iowa. Grapefruit. Poets that go out of their way to be incomprehensible. Laugh tracks in old movies and sitcoms. Rubbery shrimp. Reality […]
I’ve been studying French for seven years. I’ve rarely worked as hard at anything in my life. I’ve taken private lessons from two gifted and patient French teachers; I practice […]
I’m a swimmer. A really slow, inept, flapping-around-like-a-fish-on-dry-land kind of a swimmer, but a swimmer nonetheless. I love being in water; I love the repetitious mindlessness of laps; I love […]
I have no idea what I am doing. I’m a classic introvert. Whenever someone asks me questions about my life I never know how to respond; I usually just stare […]