It should be Writer’s Wall.
This wall would be taller than the breathable atmosphere – like the ISS has to bump their trajectory to avoid it kind of tall.
It’d be long. The length would impress President 45 in its tremendousness. There would be no walking around this wall.
We can’t dig underneath it, the damn thing’s foundation is buried deep in the writer’s soul. There’s no grabbing a shovel and uncovering it any time soon. Continue reading Blocks Are For Building
I sense opportunity here, far more than others … maybe that’s because Disney injects optimism into the air… Continue reading Orlando: One Year Later
“So you’re forty now, when was your last mammogram?”
“My last what? Doc, I’ve never had one. Do you see these boobs? *points to chest* They’re tiny. When I’ve asked about that before, they generally do the touch test and call me good. Is this something I should have done?” Continue reading My First Mammogram
I won’t lie, I’m intrigued by this particular recipe. So intrigued, in fact, that I’ll be making it this weekend. Continue reading Oatmeal Cake Recipe
My nerves were shot. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt like I was on the edge of something. Continue reading When the Euphoria Ends
No, sorry, it’s not the perfect cake to make for date night, or maybe it is. What do I know about dates? I’m married, and I tend to avoid baked fruit, so … Continue reading Date Cake A Baldwin Recipe
The neighbor I wrote this about has since moved out, and a wonderful college age woman has moved in. I kinda miss the creepy guy. Please enjoy this story. Continue reading My Neighbor Carries His Dog