Ten years ago today I sat in a Beijing stadium, my clothes soaked through with sweat from hours in 100 degree heat and humidity and polluted air, waiting for…
This is what happens sometimes when I’m blocked in my writing. I’m sitting here at my desk typing, and crap (that’s an affectionate term) is splattering onto the screen.…
I was thinking today about roots. How we admire the growth and blossoming and external display of things. But rarely praise the roots, which make all of this above…
