A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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Sanskrit translation: May all beings everywhere be happy and free, and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all. As it often happens when … Continue reading
When you were a kid, did anyone ever stare up at the sky and refer to a crescent moon as God’s toenail clipping? Or suggest to you the moon is made of green cheese? I could understand swiss cheese. Maybe. … Continue reading
…we are all that is, was, and ever shall be gas, liquid, solidbustling atoms bond,breeding beings of breath, blood, bone a convergence of matter = a mass of varied shapes, colors, sizesfurred, feathered, scaled, petaled, prickly, slick we … Continue reading
In a chocolate galaxy, far, far away, the Flavonol3-O-beta-glucoside O-malonyltransferase gather in a non-disclosed location deep within the dark nether regions of the cocoa nebulae. Their mission: to effect the fabrication of a product so bold, so intense, so indescribably … Continue reading
We all have strong opinions on one thing or another – the issues that get your goat. There are plenty to go around, right? I don’t think I need to list any. You know yours. I know mine. We probably … Continue reading
‘Twas the day before Christmaswhen I realized this poem ’twas ready for the trash bin(after stifling a whopping groan).But then I asked myself, “What’s Christmas, without a fun ’twas?”So I grappled with this rhymer thinking, I’ll just add a disclaimer clause. Okay, there … Continue reading
…WOULD IT BE to a time when dropping into a rabbit hole was just that— a twisting tumble into a bottomless burrow, a spiralling spin down an endless earthen tunnel,
From my bed,waning moon glides across a velvet sky.A planet shimmers nearby,far above the earthandmy head. The Blue Marble rotates. Woke up 7:00 a.m.to pumpkin spice darknessodorlessit took only one dream and half a nightmareto travel theforty-three point seven five six million … Continue reading