Story of the Stump

I’m so excited to finally get to the keyboard with my big nagging question of the week. What’s the Story of the Stump? There’s big tree stump that projects beyond the metal guard rails on Westfield Boulevard. It is the hewn end,separated by slightly unparallel swaths of a good sized chain saw. It has the … [Read more…]

My Writing

My writing life is evolving, pulsating, ebbing, and waning. Scratching the surface, scattering seed like chickens in a pen. Millet, cracked corn, husks and occasional bits of meat poured upon the page. With the discipline of assignments and the cracked sash of a window of opportunity causes me to scribble with increased frequency and with … [Read more…]