This morning I was watching some dreck on the DVR and realized my friend Stormy was giving me the look of a hunted animal. I left what I was doing and laid down next to her on the floor. It … Continue reading
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After two years of writing seriously I’ve got a confession to make: I didn’t have a desk until last week. I’d moved about from place to place, desks at my old church, my desk at the “day job” before my … Continue reading