Dreams of a Beached Cow. It was a dream I was not at all ready to wake up from. There And that stretch of beach was my backyard. Waking up just before noon to walk a few meters to Royal Touch for brunch before finding my.

A passionate and playful eye towards our international and internal worlds. The bricks were the size of a shoebox and looked like discolored cubes of Swiss cheese, peppere.

Interview With A Digital Bum. For the, self-described, purpose of naming tracks for an album that he had already completed. He is an interesting man with the kind of neurotic quirks normally possessed by fictitious characters on the page or screen, but I feel he is all the better for having them. Steve also cultivates what can be unequivocally considered my favorite Facebook page. Still, when I see people begging for.

It has been fourteen months since I have written anything on this blog, because I have been consumed with trying to find a literary agent interested enough in my story to consider representing me. As I anticipated, it has been quite a daunting task. I have only sent out forty-one queries during this time.

Grandma- My Mommy and Her Mommy. Grandma- My Mommy and Her Mommy. Returning from a college visit in Connecticut, the fact that Grandpa was directionally challenged brought us to what appeared to be a parade route, with hundreds of people lining the White Plains street where his wrong turn had dumped us. We were stuck, so we pulled onto a side street and returned to the action. What could it be? Could you do it? Would you do it? I think I will suggest to Dad that we try it.