It's been a year to the day since my last message. That feels wrong. My daughter will be seven in two weeks. A few times, I've woken up from a nightmare in which I turn forty, only to realize I was already forty-three. In addition to watching my weight, I'm editing an encyclopedia and judging a competition. It's painful. Meanwhile I translated John Banville's
A piece of flash fiction, kinda
A piece of flash fiction, kinda
A piece of flash fiction, kinda
It's been a year to the day since my last message. That feels wrong. My daughter will be seven in two weeks. A few times, I've woken up from a nightmare in which I turn forty, only to realize I was already forty-three. In addition to watching my weight, I'm editing an encyclopedia and judging a competition. It's painful. Meanwhile I translated John Banville's