I told myself, “There’s nothing more to write.”  I reminded myself, “You’ve said all you have to say.” And I admonished myself when I thought otherwise. Still, driving home from the third annual grade school reunion last Sunday, I wondered. 

 … finish reading Resolution

The dog-eared paperback caught my eye. It lay on the shelf at shoulder height, so that I couldn’t miss it, as I searched for something else on my jam-packed bookcase. Seeing her book, Writing Down the Bones, made me realize

 … finish reading Writer’s Block, 2001

Three weeks ago I returned from the second annual St. Louis Cathedral Grade School reunion. Given that I graduated in 1957, it was quite a feat to have a reunion at all. I’m sure there are some who went all

 … finish reading Second Time Around

“Where are you going?” the shuttle driver asked as he drove me from the economy parking lot to Chicago’s Midway Airport.

“St. Louis,” was my two word answer.  I’m not prone to chatting with strangers.

“Business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure.” I

 … finish reading Grade School Reunion

Which first day are you curious about? I attended five grade schools, two high schools, and too many colleges and universities to count.  So there was always a first day.  And they were always filled with butterflies.

Kindergarten:  Everyone else

 … finish reading The First Day of School