Recent Episodes
The journey of a great river is a lot like life. There are harrowing rapids, and deadly, hidden prehistoric rocks 15 feet below the surface. There is often, on the other hand, smooth sailing over the deepest parts, when one can float one’s boat.
In the beginning, I set out to write a memoir about growing up in an unusual place in the 1950s and ’60s. Among other things, I wrote about family members who represented the old saying ‘still waters run deep’ as well as family history.
When I reached the end, having been a literary agent, I knew I couldn’t sell it to a publisher, nor did I want to self publish. I hit upon the idea of a blog, and began posting my thoughts on events, odd happenings, and the like.
I hit a rough patch with my old host company, and the transition to the new has had its ups and downs. However, I’m pretty much back up and running, and happy to move forward.