I’m tired of all the games played by fruit, fooling us into thinking they’re ripe. Except for bananas. Personally I get along with bananas pretty well. If only other fruits would develop spots. My main struggle is trying to determine when my fruit has had enough foreplay and is ready for action. Some seem so … Continue reading
When I struggle to write, I begin to doubt my intelligence; when the writing goes well – even when a story feels complete – I question its quality because it came from me. I doubt I’ll ever put the past behind me, not completely, or that I’ll ever be satisfied with where I am at. … Continue reading
Or maybe I am. Who knows? I need to drop at least twenty pounds but my body refuses to budge, maybe because those cravings for my old favorite addictions keep coming back, and every once in a great while, I give in. My body is apparently at that age where months can pass by without … Continue reading
james keeney hill 