My next adventure: thirty days in the Writers in Residence Program at St. Gertrude’s! I’m looking so forward to it. I’m not Catholic, I am
Dreaming of Home
Day Two, I see the sea again.
Here Safely: Boise to Portland
Well, I made it! Left home at 7:10 and arrived around 2. The traffic here is a mess. I’ll never complain about Boise’s again! ********
What a Man, What a Man
I’m one day away from beginning my Rambles with Ruby. Tomorrow I leave early for Portland to see my Mama. Today will be a busy
Tim. Freaking. Cahill.
All of that stuff I’ve told you over the last few weeks, forget about it for a day or two. I just got news of
Bloodsport, Betrayal: the problem with politics
Unfortunately, a small-time local kingmaker had another candidate he preferred. “Teri,” he told me when he called to intimidate me into bowing out, “if you make us lose this appointment, you won’t have a future in politics.”
Sorry, Buddy: pick-axe blow #1
When he didn’t meet me at the gate this morning, I knew before I saw him. Rudy the Rooster invariably meets me at the gate every morning, greedy for morning bread and pellets. Not today.
Dispatches From Out West 