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Why I write about Love
Love isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. And then you respond, because it loves you so dearly it erodes like the gentle erosion of the rocks by the water, your ability to choose at all. It comes to you Read more…
Love isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. And then you respond, because it loves you so dearly it erodes like the gentle erosion of the rocks by the water, your ability to choose at all. It comes to you Read more…
I just wanted to update people who are following my (very belabored) progress on the novel, The Utopia Machine. I started the novel at the end of 2011, more or less abandoned it, came up with another draft in 2014, Read more…
My little friend Jane came over again tonight during my dinner break to play with and cuddle my bunny, Momo. It may be one of the stranger friendships I have struck while here in China. My friend Marcelo from my Read more…
I can imagine the look on her face now filled with fright as something clutches her from somewhere out of nowhere, catching in her throat, just as you enter her, the look on your face printed in her eye. In Read more…