(or Why the Novelist Couldn’t Go to the Bathroom) I’ve been complaining too much lately, so I thought I would try a different approach. We all tell stories. Some of them are true; most are not. From the time we…
Everywhere I go, people are eating something. I go to the park and there are sodas and ice cream cones. I go to the shopping mall and people are wandering around with a cup of coffee and a danish. I…
What is everywhere and nowhere? Who really does know when you’re sleeping and when you’re awake? Who feeds you, clothes you and puts a roof over your head? That’s right. It’s the big, bad corporation. And they know where you…