"The only real access that I have to my mind is when I'm writing." – Kay Ryan
Howdy, readers. This is my first post in twenty-four days. And there have been <gesturing toward the window at the maelstrom of events outside it> reasons. I won’t go into all of them. But if you’re wondering, perhaps reading a few of my older posts will enlighten you about where I stand on any number... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking a lot about the white privileges I have. And I remembered an incident from years ago in Tucson.My spouse and I were struggling college students at the time. We had started delivering newspapers, desperate for some extra income.Our newspaper route had us folding and delivering our papers very early in the morning.... Continue Reading →
Ruth F. Simon 