
An Irish Fairy Tale or Is It?
It was not my intention to write a fairy tale. Sometimes no matter if I have a plan, the writing goes where it will.
It was not my intention to write a fairy tale. Sometimes no matter if I have a plan, the writing goes where it will.
Once upon a time, I was so young I thought all artists were progressives. I had taken the long way round to writing but there I was, a finalist for The Texas Playwrights’ Festival
Not that I go around dreaming about biblical characters or saints … but Joseph showed up the other night. Yeah, that Joseph.
A memory surfaced. What does it mean that it had been submerged, the hatch slammed shut, locked tight for years and years? Nothing? Maybe not.
So, here I am living in rural Georgia. I didn’t die in 2015 … and yet it has still taken two years from the time this site went up for me to pen a home page for it.