Elena's really a lousy soldier. I love her with all my heart, but she should've been a freighter jock instead.
All memories are my own, and like all memories may be imprecise here and there. I've fact-checked where I could. But this story is personal.
The sea is falling.
None of us can do anything serious in this world if we don't look after ourselves while we're doing it.
I'm about to go into promo overload for Book 3, but given where I live and recent events, I want to say something first about what happened in Charlottesville, VA on August 12, 2017. And it's pretty much this: White nationalism--Naziism, fascism, white supremacy, whatever title the news media tries to use--is a corrupt, corrosive, … Continue reading Charlottesville
There have been a lot of stories about the Women's March on January 21st. Here's mine. I had not planned to go, initially. Boston isn't an awful drive from here (an hour or so to Alewife, and then the subway, which I enjoy riding), but I've gone into town on Event Days before: Earth Day, … Continue reading I Protest
I've lived in New England all my life, and at this point I'll probably never live anywhere else. This is curious, in a way, given how much I dislike being cold; but places become habits, familiar and comfortable, and they can soothe us on a subconscious level. Drive two hours to the coast and everything … Continue reading Same As It Ever Was