To Dream a Possible Dream
A pure flat-lander, a Florida boy from the Everglades, went to learn to ski on snow up in the mountains. That kid drove to Badger Pass in Yosemite, and—I guess this is the proper instant to reveal it—he was me.
A Conglomeration of Ink-Stained Scriveners
“A writers’ conference? That’s a misnomer,” Kurt Vonnegut once said. “Since writers don’t confer. They just drag themselves past each other like great, wounded bears.”
Blazing a Trail Around War
‘A pair of potent warlords—a Hispanic general and a Suisun Indian chief—face a conflict that may alter the fate of their peoples. My tale of this day is historical fiction; it’s based on a real event.’
A Celebrity Culture Kills Democracy
Two views of cabinet secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Then & Now.
My first view was written nearly 30 years ago.
And my current view, I wrote last week.
A Peace at the Eye of Every Storm
A big, brawny storm can seize me with an utter fascination. Pretty much, such storms always have.
