I spent a little time last week in the village where I was a teen, Vicksburg. The occasion was the awards ceremony for the Southwest Michigan Tournament of Writers. I’d received dispensation the year before from the director to enter, even though I was not a local. The stipulation was that I confine my writings to Vicksburg. I did,Continue reading “head, heart”
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hooked!
They entered our house to help us hang stuff. 120 pictures, posters, and objects later (and that’s just the main floor), I think it’s been a job well done. But, like a restless army after a war, some have hung around to see how else they might be of help. A lot, as it turns out. Turning vertical spaceContinue reading “hooked!”
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