The Reluctant But Grateful Gerbil

Two weeks of this January have been so far below zero both in actual temperature and wind chill that I have had to walk at my local YWCA.  My days begin with an early morning walk of about a mile and a half, rain or shine.  I walk in the street rather than on the...

Wasting Precious Time

When I sobered up after nineteen years of serious alcoholic drinking, the first coherent thought I remember having is: “What a waste of valuable time.”  What I meant by that lament was simple–though I had lots of ideas about literature, I had not...