The Cows of Madison County: Learning to Write About the Absurd

The Cows of Madison County: Learning to Write About the Absurd

Because I spent summer days in Kansas being chased by cows on the journey across Hobson’s Pasture to Hobson’s Pond, cows occasionally end up in my writings.  They frequently offered scathing commentary about my running abilities that elicited much mirth in the herd;...
The Sommers Sisters: Where Angels Learned to Sing

The Sommers Sisters: Where Angels Learned to Sing

Are there such things as angel wannabes?  Do angels have tryouts? Is there an angel choir camp they go to? My imagination tells me there is.  I see a placid lake with a soft grassy shore that pauses at the feet of a huge stone amphitheater. The acoustics are the...
Biting the Creativity Bug Instead of Waiting for it to Bite You

Biting the Creativity Bug Instead of Waiting for it to Bite You

I have written, through the years, only when the creativity bug bit me. It might be 2 o’clock Saturday afternoon or 5 o’clock Tuesday morning.  I just waited around for it to bite then I’d write. I’ve learned to bite first. I make an appointment with creativity...