Common Trepidations Encountered in Collaborations

When you write a book it becomes somehow precious to you. Precious in the way that a child is precious.

Kind of.

Okay, not quite that precious. Read More ›

On the Possibility of Being Met in Winter

I experience winter, if not as a kind of death, then at least as a closing in of the margins of life.

The light grows shorter, the cold creeps in. The days betray, ending too soon.

I tend to take this personally. Read More ›

When People Move Here, They Stay Here

As a kid (having already fallen under the influence of cartoonist Walt Kelly) I found great humor in the excesses of advertising pitches and promises. I would make up my own Read More ›