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A fortune teller in Northern California looked at my palm and said, “You’re going to lead an unnaturally long life.” Then she slid my money back across the table and added, “I feel bad for you.” This was in 2008 or 2009. My memory of the year is less distinct than the mournful expression on... Continue Reading →
One of the great, maybe incredible, things about having interesting friends is that you have a lot of stories to tell, if you're the sort of person who likes telling stories, which I am. One of the sad, maybe horrible, things is that your friends are often your primary audience for these stories and people... Continue Reading →
So the holidays are over. I spent mine reading obscure horror stories from the 19th century and the nonfiction writing of various friends, drinking too much Tetley's tea, and enjoying myself at home. I mostly stayed in Oxford this year; though, I did have fun going to London on Christmas Eve. It is, without a... Continue Reading →
I must confess that I miss it and the friends I made there. * If you like this excellent picture, taken by Gen Vagula, you can find more like it at: http://www.genvagula.com/Collections/Magical-Tallinn.
The Writing Expedition 