Murals reduce our confinement for a brief, shining moment.
Murals reduce our confinement for a brief, shining moment.
How unique we all are!
A life that doesn’t exist, but should.
What is this fascination that we have with record-breaking things?
When did we become so eaten up by our own sense of exceptionalism?
Creative wordplay makes our language richer.
We go places.
If I were a kid today, I’d be pretending to be Hermoine Granger.
I usually forget my dreams immediately upon opening my eyes. But sometimes they’re so fascinating I repeat them over and over in my head until I can write them down. This was such a dream. In it, I was a writer. (Big stretch, right?) But I was living inside what I wrote. For example, if …
I’m a writer (obviously) so I have a fertile imagination. I spend a great deal of time picturing what my life would be like if this or that person were in it, or if I lived in Paris or Milan, or if I had any number of different jobs. Like my blog description says, I …
The View from a Drawbridge 