The image of the starving artist/writer/musician in the garret has existed for a long, long time. So has the fact, in many cases. In many
It’s dusk, and all I can see is tattered, shredded dark clouds against the last dusty orange-pink of a sky paling into purple blackness, with
I have no problem with parents deciding for themselves – and for their families – what they consider morally and ethically correct, appropriate and normative.
There are several articles I came across over recent weeks that I bookmarked for potential use as source material for blog posts. I haven’t been
A hundred and one… point 4… No, not Dalmatians. Although there are spots, many of them, and inimical aliens who remind one of Cruella. And
It’s an awkward time to be a writer in these (dis)United States. We see the ravages of identity politics destroying almost everything that held us