WFH
“Sitting in front of the computer, my brain and hands connect in a singular, focused way across the keyboard.” I’ve worked from home for most of my adult life, more
“Sitting in front of the computer, my brain and hands connect in a singular, focused way across the keyboard.” I’ve worked from home for most of my adult life, more
I can find my car in the parking lot by the way the back window is spotted from my past. To pass time I read the fine print of oysters and watch
“Where had I been all these years? Instead of reading books, I should’ve been at video arcades perfecting my hand eye coordination and driving vehicles up the vertical side of
Books outlining my walls attest to the fact that I am an inveterate reader and book collector. Heretofore, I have resisted adoption of the e-book in favor of the screen.
I lived along the edge of wet stairs, watched stone lose out to the incursion of lapping insistence, a place where I gathered myself, a sensation of cold and sometimes
Louisiana, home of a thousand Family Dollar stores and cotton farms planted with corn for ethanol I think of you as I return to Oakland, report for jury duty with hundreds