"February is pitiless, and it is boring. That parade of red numerals on its page adds up to zero: birthdays of politicians, a holiday ...

Rah, old dolly.

I confess I am a recovering k. d. lang addict. Recovering, because I'm starting to think she's falling into her own cliches: the lit...

So. This Alabama song has nothing to do with Alabama, surprisingly, but is the best-known ditty from Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht's dar...

In making inquries about my Harold Lloyd novel ( The Glass Character), I scraped up my nerve and sent an email to Kevin Brownlow, who is wi...

You wouldn't believe how long it takes (and how much experimental printing it requires) to make one of these little "Grandmark"...

I want it to stop, but it won't. Today I found out about the winner of the Westminster Kennel Club Best in Show: a Scottish deerhound na...

How many times have I seen this thing? Like Gone with the Wind or The Wizard of Oz, it just seems to come around. Except that this one grabs...

I don't know how someone can love across the ages or even haunt coz I guess in strict terms you really are a ghost or maybe just a frien...

Bear with me, here. There's method in my madness. Today I got writing about Songcatcher , a haunting movie about a woman professor's...

Certain things, movies, books, people, lovers, are somehow relegated to the back of your mind. Or perhaps they sneak back there, or roll lik...

These aren't representative of the whole clan, I'm afraid, but they did turn out nice. The occasion was my daughter-in-law's ste...

When I started this blog some months ago, I had a sort-of theme in mind. I wanted it to be basically an ad for my fiction, so maybe, just m...

The surprising thing about being, so help me, 57 years old (as of yesterday: happy birthday to me!), is that your insides age just like your...

Couldn't resist a few more comparisons of Cass Ole with the kind of Arabian I see on web sites today. Whew. Though he does have a tapere...

I don't know how many times I've seen this movie, but it always knocks me out. Almost brings me to tears with its beauty. It's ...

No, this ain't the Playboy mansion (or a bath house somewhere in deepest Arkansas): it's Ted Haggard and his hapless family having ...

It amazes me how quickly spare change can morph into wooden nickels. Case in point. About a month ago, a homeless guy named Ted Williams (pr...