Here in Anchorage we live at the end of a dead-end street that borders park land, and our yard is filled with birch and spruce trees. We don’t mow or maintain it, we allow it to spread in wild splendor. I love the way plants grow with abandon and spread without apology. Probably there is a lesson in… Read More My wild Alaska lawn, and what’s so great about a bad review?
I’m a writer today because my high school English teacher, Clair Blakeslee, spit on me. He became so excited talking about books that he forgot to swallow, and he spit on me. At that very moment, I knew I would grow up to become a writer. Read more about it at The Quivering Pen’s My First Time… Read More Quivering Pen, Kristy Centeno and eggs