In medias res

There is a rather long, rather high bridge west of Portland, the St. John’s Bridge. Crossing the St. John’s Bridge is the closest thing to driving my car into a church I’ve ever experienced, if only churches were on bridges and were made of green metal. This evening, crossing that bridge, I had this moment [...]

I have had more speculum action than sex this year, so I don’t really want to see anything sexual in a movie at this point. In fact, I should probably limit myself to watching PBS cartoons if I don’t want to have my not-quite-living status thrown in my face.

I realized last night why it is that I do not and never have really written fiction, if my numerous blog personas don’t count. In fact, I have never even thought of myself as a “creative,” until sometime last fall, mainly because I don’t do anything I think of as “art.” Fer has a book [...]