However, word-whistling gets all mired in meaning. As soon as I fumbumble some something and stack phonemes into morphemes, someone will accuse me of making a mistake.

Thunderheads, and the tremendous power and glory that rolled in with them, gave me a glimpse of God. At the time I thought my god was Thor, but anyway…

What surrounds me when I sit down to write?

I am in good company with Yogi Berra and George W. Bush.

Getting to the writing sometimes requires research, even of memes and things.

Here’s my story incubator…

Whenever little ones join the farm, it seems we all put aside the chaos for a moment to just enjoy new life. We bicker less and smile more.