Back At It
I may as well admit it: I am alive. More than that, I am, by many measures, well. My family and I are busily engaged in settling into a house th...
Author: Aldean
Nine Years
It was a beautiful day in September, a bright blue morning of promise and sunshine. At least it was in Saint Paul, Minnesota; from all the pictures it ...
Admission: The next two weeks are going to be story-free
I had hoped (against all reason) that I could somehow keep up with the final fortnight of my fiction marathon even while packing up our possessions and w...
Every Direction At Once
Lately, you cannot take a step in any direction without landing thigh-deep in social networking, talk about social networking, media reports about soci...
(Orphaned) Child of the Eighties
I was a child in the Eighties. All of them. (Okay, so maybe I was a toddler for a tiny bit at the very beginning, but still: you get my point.) And yet being...