Removing My Website

  I get desperate sometimes. It's a craving. Time. Expression. Humanity. Productivity. Coffee. I crave it all. And it begets more because inevitably there is some sort of forbidden fruit. In this case, it's forbidden non-fruit. It's also a miniature escape. There's a pattern in this picture. If smart phones had existed, I could have taken a very similar photo in the late 1980s. For some reaons, a patty melt was the golden go-to for an impromptu excursion for decades. Book. Notebook. Water. Coke or coffee (then and now). Greasy burger. Midnight and beyond. I remember a night at Perkins Restaurant & Bakery. Oddly I don't remember the location, but it had to be somewhere between Willmar and Minneapolis, my common route during those days. I spent hours in a booth. Writing. Thinking. Observing. Talking to God on paper. It must have been near the Twin Cities because I remember having a conversation with a group of guys, some of which were African-American. Towards Wil...

  Sweat beads gathered. First, the forehead, then the upper lip.   Oh yeah! I need a fan!   Beth never remembered it when she was away from her tiny office, but at the first sign of internal heat she regretted forgetting.  Her tiny, trusty (and slightly rusty) desk fan sat unused at home ever since she resigned her full-time writing job the year before. The face of it had fallen off, but Beth kept it with the intent of putting it back together or turning it into something quirky and fun. But where to put a fan?  Her temporary desk was thoroughly cluttered that there was only room for her arms to rest while she typed. The rest was strewn with manuscripts, alligator clips, highlighters, mechanical pencils, headphones, a coffee cup, and   The Chicago Manual of Style . The only place was the floor . . .   Wait a minute!   There was   a floor fan in her neighbor’s curbside trash array just two days ago! But the fan was not of initial interest. The...

  Share your pleasure or pain with story and emotion. Since it is February, try expressing love or the opposite. What do you hate? Why? But even better, who or what do you love and why? Tell a story where love played a role. Share an experience that shaped your life. Consider sending your expressions to others this month.   All year, I have a wide theme of "breath," and this month your angle is: EXPRESS Ready . . . set . . . write! PS. If you would like to have a matching notebook for each month and theme (or just your favorites),   click here to see the collection .