My Work-From-Home Experiment Begins

For ten years, the Snoopy coffee mug sat on my desk at Diamond, first on Greenspring Avenue, then on York Road. I’d bought it some years before at the Big Lots in Eldersberg. I liked the message — “Is there no one to rescue me?!” It seemed… apropos. As I gathered up things in myContinue reading “My Work-From-Home Experiment Begins”

On Peanuts Coffee Mugs and Rerun

I went to Big Lots today, not because I needed anything but because it was a lovely afternoon and I wanted to get out of the house and go for a drive. So across the reservoir I drove, and to Big Lots I went. I found myself looking at coffee pots. I had a veryContinue reading “On Peanuts Coffee Mugs and Rerun”

On Allyn Gibson, As an Alcoholic Beverage

What is it about the writing profession that so many people have the mental image of us as drunkards? 🙂 That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy a good drink, because I do. But I think I have a reputation as a hard drinking writer that isn’t truly earned. I haven’t poisoned my liverContinue reading “On Allyn Gibson, As an Alcoholic Beverage”