Debate Club . . .

—From CB— I was never in the debate club. My after-school time was involved in play rehearsal, or if there was no rehearsal, just hanging around Miss Young’s room and talking about drama with other misfits. But I had a couple of friends in debate, one a button-down...

Riding the Ley Lines . . .

——From EF— Wired, tired, and giddy, that’s me. Tomorrow morning we head for the airport, take two planes to get to Milan, then two more trains to get to Pontassieve, where we will be met by Jo and Fra and a car full of groceries. Then about twenty minutes of...

Backstory . . .

—From CB— Backstory. It’s what’s happened to your character, your family, your country or your galactic empire before the story starts. How did you get to that desert planet and learn to fly dragons? Writing fiction, you figure how to bring it in as it’s relevant...

Amygdala Addiction . . .

—From EF— There’s a lot of punditry going around about how the Dems just don’t have the “killer instinct,” or how they are “squishy,” or how they’re full of touchy-feely platitudes. Of course the Repubs will steam-roller over...

Akedah . . .

—From CB— What do you do when a story grabs your head in its jaws and won’t let go? It’s like an earworm, that unbearable impulse to repeat a song, a rhyme, or an ad slogan over and over until you can bear no more: you confess your terrorist deeds and take the Boy...

Hail the Goer, Again . . .

—From EF—       It hurts when you don’t know when they set sail, you only know you missed the chance for a last goodbye. I’d been a long time feeling guilty about sending an email, and when I sent it, it bounced. I had a bad feeling, and asked a mutual...

The Afterlife . . .

  —From CB— Someone on a Facebook group I visit asked, “What are people’s belief in an afterlife.” Most respondents were of the opinion, “There isn’t one.” There were a few expecting reincarnation or union with a higher consciousness, but few takers for Heaven or...

Hail the Goer . . .

  —From EF— Hail the Goer  The Heart Sutra is imbedded in the part of my heart filled with the words that give me goosebumps. “Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond, hail the goer.” (Gate, gate, paragate, parasamgati, bodhi svaha.) There is...

My Inheritance . . .

—From CB— This week, for reasons unfathomable, I’ve been thinking about my mother. She died some years ago, age 85, and left us enough money for a downpayment on our house. I’ve been thinking what else she left me. PHOTOS—      A pile of photo albums: the...

Lookee Here . . .

—From EF— I have developed a highly itchy reaction to any photo wherein one person, grinning at the camera, is pointing his/her (usually his) index finger at the other person. “Looky here!” One person who does this a lot is he-who-shall-not-be-named, and I...