Beginning at the End

Over lunch today, I started in on that memoir. The one that’s probably in bad taste, and definitely too soon, and maybe will never see the light of day, no matter how much time I put in on it. And it isn’t half bad. There’s a voice in the back of my head that tells

Memories and Memoirs

I don’t know if I could ever make much of a memoirist. None of the people I know have ever been out of the galaxy, and very few of them have gills or wings. I do know a parrot that swears. Once you’ve made the mistake of letting one slip in the parrot’s presence, it

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