Maybe I'm a serial regional writer. First here, then there, across the map.

For, how else to seize such an instant? How to shout out into the empty air just the right words, and on cue? Frame a moment to last a lifetime?

The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.

You're only good if you can do bad and decide not to.

I had a Tourette's period. And obsessive compulsive disorder. Things would get in my brain that I couldn't get out of my brain.

If loneliness is the disease, the story is the cure.

I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.