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Do you ever sneak onto Facebook, guilty that the tiny amount of time you linger there might have been better spent composing haikus or writi...

The day after I wrote my last post in the DMV, I "threw" the I Ching while sitting in the car on the way to North Carolina, to ask...

In my last post, I described feeling crazy unless I write on a regular basis. And then I realized, after I uploaded it to the cyberworld, th...

It's the eternal question: do I pay bills, or write a blog post? Leave the dishes in the sink, or write a journal entry? Do laundry, or ...

“Had-i-lay, did-i-lay, had-i-lay, pood-i-lay.” These words don’t seem significant, yet nearly five million people have tuned in on youtube t...

Back in 1982 and 1983, I was making my slow way out of college. I wasn’t in a rush because I couldn’t imagine what I was going to do with my...

I’ve just returned from being out of the country for two weeks. During that time, I didn’t write anything but a postcard to my mom, assuring...

An alternative title for this post might be “ And then there was one ” because I am shutting down my other, remaining blog, Quotes About Cre...

If you’re looking for a theme or commonality among the people I’ve interviewed for this blog so far, it’s pretty simple—they are all people ...

Dear Garrison Keillor, Please hire new writers for Prairie Home Companion and let them breathe new life into it. PHC is starting to feel lik...