I lost my dad a year ago. Not long after, my aunt asked if I was going to write an obituary. What I wrote was mostly that, a little bit upsi...

Last November, Forest Avenue Press did a cover release for our next anthology,  Dispatches from Anarres: Tales in Tribute to Ursula K. Le Gu...

1979 December 31—Frank and Mom found a stray puppy and brought it home a month or something after Gertrude died. But we aren't going ...

I wake up before the alarm goes off, and the last bit of dream sits here, on my pillow. I've dreamed it almost every night for the last...

Nice little Easter. First cyber, then in the flesh. Morning computer time, me alone in the studio, a back and forth string of Jesus Christ S...

So excited to learn that my brother, Frank Little, is up for artist of the month at Renderosity. He does amazing things with computer art, ...

sidewalk art says: bon voyage, frank. orange county, ca 1,001.4 miles. that way. lovely glass bead gift from sue... guests... lots of gre...

Right now, Powell's has a little attraction going on where you can have your picture taken superimposed in front of our entrance and wit...

At first I didn't want to like it. Because Where the Wild Things Are was a favorite book, and I didn't want any of that magic tinker...

It was in these very hills that I got my first tattoo. No. But when people see my tattoo for the first time, they usually ask me what it say...