Come back, Little Sheba
I have not forgotten to blog. Just too many things in the way this week. Plays to review, jewelry orders to fill (I'm making necklaces and bracelets out of "taterquoise," faux turquoise made from chunks of dried potato and painted to look like stone... really, you have to see it) and suddenly I have many freelance stories to type.
The weekend promises some free time. I'll be back with a short writing exercise and an essay about "Dr. March," the heroic human rights prof the school tried to fire for the stupidest of reasons.
Check back. New words will appear shortly.