Jimmy Carter Before and After — A Life Lived in Reverse
Jimmy Carter before and after: Jimmy Carter before he became president and Jimmy Carter four years later. Talk about a job that wears you down.
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Jimmy Carter before and after: Jimmy Carter before he became president and Jimmy Carter four years later. Talk about a job that wears you down.
Every poor agent gets submissions from loads of talentless hacks, so they’re thrilled — THRILLED — to get pages from talented borderline geniuses like myself.
The Friday scuttlebutt — wherein I don’t blow up my house and I do consider selling my car, stealing a British car, and punching Angela.
Favicon. It sounds like the name of a sci-fi convention. Did you meet George Takai and that guy who played Boba Fett at Favicon last
My friend Samuel brought his Welsh Corgi over last night. Denver Picard (that’s his name) is the second dog to visit my new RiNo loft.
Beginner’s guide to Kinsey Millhone – Your alternative to beach reads like Gone Girl and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, which will make you dumber.
“Why I Live at the P.O.” is hands down one of the best short stories you’ll ever read. See if you don’t feel for Sister.
Date night at Little India in Denver is a magical thing. All the more so when you aren’t one of the people on the date.
Just another car alarm-filled night at RiNo Denver Fire Clay Lofts wherein it turns out that it’s not Angela’s fault that she owns a Lexus.
Most days, I spend the early morning hours waiting for a French press epiphany, something that makes sense of the swirling chaos in my head.
French press meditation on Timmy catching Santa putting gifts under the tree. He knows if you’re awake, Timmy. This is not going to end well.
Wherein I don’t wear high heels while chatting with my new RiNo Denver neighbor, who doesn’t recognize me, and his husband, who thinks I’m darling.
Write Till You Drop “One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all,
Yum! By “yum,” I mean my esophagus is burning. The Macallan Scotch Whiskey I drank may have dissolved my liver or one of my lungs.
Thoughts about car alarms, eye makeup, the wrong zip code, pineapple pancake with rum butter, and what may turn out to be too much Splenda.
“In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally.” William Somerset Maugham I’m loving my new (old) diner table.
I bought my Peugeot Versailles road bike in 1988 for $600. I couldn’t afford a car, and I needed a way to tool about town
Katie, Kahlil Gibran, and the act of giving up possessiveness—the notion that “this is mine”—to become spiritually free in the truest sense of the word.
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