I wonder if I’ll ever run out of things to say. If the time will come when I will wake up, pour a cup of tea, and just like when my fingers strain for the last few tiles in a Scrabble bag, I’ll start running out and eventually I’ll be done. Maybe a person is…
I am a writer. When asked, upon meeting someone new, “What do you do?” these four words are tough for me. Lately, I’ve been wondering why. “I am a writer,” sounds silly, whimsical, not quite, “I’m a circus performer,” but close. They are fine words, even great, when I am in front of my computer, or…
I have always wanted to play an instrument. Well, let me say that when I go to the symphony, or I see people playing instruments with ease and proficiency, I feel…I feel like I want that in my life. I want to play the cello, I want to be on stage when the lights dim,…