We writers don’t play enough. Neither does anyone over age 50. My prescription? Locate your nearest park. Go. Play. Who says these places are Kids Only? Be sure to bring only one thing: your long-buried child. Let her (or him) climb the playground equipment. Dare to … [Read more...]
Running Late: a Novel Way to Leap
This Leap Day, I want to change my name. I choose “Running Late.” It’s an apt moniker for a middle-aged demi-goddess who can’t quite get anywhere on time. Besides, as a lover of everything Native American, the name might gain me entrée into a hip tribe. I once blamed my … [Read more...]