The more I explore personal essays, the more I fear using the present tense that is a hallmark of many essays. I sit by the bank of the river. The birds call to me, come swim, jump in. I want to tell them the water is too cold. They mock me and I feel tears start. This is the day […]
It’s been almost eight months since I ventured back into freelance journalism, and I have to believe that it’s what I was meant to do. Not in a la-la I wanna be Anne Sexton when I grow up kind of way, but based on how things have been going, the things God has sent my way and those He hasn’t. […]
This is just my 100-word or so blog, so I get to be lazy with rhetorical devices (and questionably grab book covers off Amazon.com, I guess). The point is that I got notification that “The Patron Saint of Dreams,” an essay collection by Philip Gerard, will be required reading this semester. It’s serendipitous for two reasons: I had already bought […]
Here’s one of the photos I had taken yesterday, in color and black and white. I think I look so funny and weird, although the photographer really loved it and talked me into buying it. At the beginning of the session I was kind of stiff and didn’t know quite how to pose. After a little while we started just […]
Ugh – for days now I’ve been promising myself to write a post on my Houston Chronicle blog – it’s been months since I did. I just can’t come up with a topic I’m willing, happy and comfortable writing about. When I first closed the bookstore and ventured forth as a freelancer I spent the first three or four weeks completely dry. I didn’t know what I was doing or when or how. I feel that way now – it seems like it should be simple enough. Am I being a perfectionist or is my brain really that dry? On other fronts, I had a series of new head shots taken today. One of them now graces my home page. What do you think?