Life is a bit more under control, but, due to a few threatening emails, here’s another non-conversation. As requested, and then promised on The LEFT Show, I have again pulled an old story of mine out of its dusty drawer to read for you folks. This is the third chapter of a novella called The Long Longing that I wrote in 1997. It’s a bit pedantic, yes, but, so was I. Regardless, I still love the voice in this story, no matter how much the anger and bitterness that, in 1997, I was only imagining at, and now … well, talk about being careful what you internalize.
