My cup runneth over…
What happens when you put 275 or so writers and bloggers into a room for a weekend?
Walls and fences — to keep us apart
When the Berlin Wall went up on August 13, 1961, I was 300 miles away in Sweden. I was 6. And had a terrible time figuring this whole thing out.
One step leads to another and pretty soon it’s a road trip
Train station in very late evening. The waiting room slowly fills. Clearly there are a bunch of people getting on the Texas Eagle tonight, bound for St Louis and Chicago.
I guess we did a lot
I went to a 50th wedding anniversary celebration last weekend. That’s a long time. A lot of life passing by.
“Cosmopolitan” is a _______ word
Recently I discovered that “cosmopolitan” apparently is a bad word to some people. Silly me, I always thought a cosmopolitan person was someone who’d been places, different cities, different cultures, different countries and who moved with ease in them all.
I am a writer
So many people I meet mention that they want to write a book. Maybe even vaguely dream of being discovered as the next F. Scott Fitzgerald or Hemingway or Stephen King.