Quiet, I bend down and lift Nicholas out of his self-heating doggy bed and carry him through the dark morning house. Past the Christmas tree...

Christmas Day, and I'm taking a break between bouts of fabulous food to sit at the computer and scroll social media and give likes and h...

We're in middle seats waiting for takeoff. I try to remind myself not to be afraid of flying. I'm thirsty. I have to pee. The plane ...

Ten o'clock and we're playing cards at the dining room table. The internet cut out in the middle of our show and we hadn't yet g...

I'd been nervous about starting work on the book cover art for Forest Avenue Press' next anthology Dispatches from Anarres: Tales fr...

Just back from a run to the store that was presumably for general essentials but was more accurately for enough comfort food and drink to ge...

Early morning black and Stephen is snoring, quietly, but enough that it wakes me. I try to pretend for a while that I can ignore the rhythm ...