Let Me Set the Scene
Let me set the scene. There’s a place on the road to San where just the trace of a path crosses the hot asphalt. If you blink, or day dream, or glance at your phone, you would certainly miss it. … Continue reading
"…but soil is a refuge for dispersed seeds."
Let me set the scene. There’s a place on the road to San where just the trace of a path crosses the hot asphalt. If you blink, or day dream, or glance at your phone, you would certainly miss it. … Continue reading
Where to begin? I’ve wondered a million times how to start a story from the middle, and I feel no closer to an answer than when I started. It’s a puzzling place for a storyteller to be. So much has … Continue reading