Like dogs and like children.

One of the best things that happened to me in Taos was meeting Joseph. Joseph was oh, probably eight years old. And a wild towheaded cutie. We sat near each other in a restaurant one early evening and became … co-conspirators of sorts. He had superpowers and I...

Blogging Therapy: Finding your voice

I’m so glad no one has asked (yet) what you do when you lose a post, because I don’t have a good answer (yet). Let’s just say — for now — that this is the second time I’m writing number thirteen in our weekly series about taking the...
The Fluent Self