Typing in the Dark
Recently, I sat down at my computer in the dark, turned it on, and, when prompted, started to type in my password. I couldn’t see where I’d placed my fingers […]
Fiction, Memoir, Poetry, Literacy
Recently, I sat down at my computer in the dark, turned it on, and, when prompted, started to type in my password. I couldn’t see where I’d placed my fingers […]
Though this is my second blog for “Plainclothes,” it seems an occasion to explain what I didn’t explain in my first post last week. Why have I named my new […]
Occasionally, I think about getting past some limitation of my existence. Because I am convinced of the power of the imagination, however, I rarely muse about money, as I fear it might lead me to a life of crime. […]