Morning sun lightens the room. I stir. Cooper, the former animal shelter guy, hops up onto the bed and extends a white paw as if to affirm we still have a deal. We do.
Morning sun lightens the room. I stir. Cooper, the former animal shelter guy, hops up onto the bed and extends a white paw as if to affirm we still have a deal. We do.
Pie for breakfast is good. Taking your time getting out into the day is good. Having the time to read something that doesn’t involve electoral politics is good. (I have twice in the last two days run across the perplexing epithet “extreme politician” and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry). And, of course, …
My favorite Journal flag ever.
So far, it’s a day of recovery after another week in the newspaper biz. Check Twitter for what’s on my radar: that cyclone approaching India, for one thing. And I am still moved by this story about Malala Yousafzai in the Washington Post, particularly her words: “I am proud to be a girl, and I know …
— “For years and years I thought that stories were just practice, till I got time to write a novel,” she told The New Yorker in 2012. “Then I found that they were all I could do, and so I faced that ….. I would really hope this would make people see the short story …
It’s a crying shame that I was too busy working to go out and eat on a three-day trip to Las Cruces. I know there are good places to go. It was somewhat pleasant to find that I could purchase a microwavable Thai noodle bowl at the front desk of my hotel. And I’m always …
dream ranch 