Writing is a struggle no matter what the genre.

My adult life has been a patchwork of projects, most of which were fleeting fancies of overreaching vision. I tend to seize on things, only to abandon them due to a lack of time, talent or inclination.

On Sunday, something washed up on shore.

Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul.

An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.

When you're with the person you love, you're home.

What's difficult to understand about German opera? It's always the same. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love, girl gets devoured by horrible winged creature with claws.