A Touch of Tarragon

The last arctic blast of the season sweeps through Northeast WA, but I remember the promise of prognosticator Punxsutawney Phil. I also favo...

After all, I have a choice. I can sit down at my laptop, toss the cats aside when they jump on the desk and curl their tails around the moni...

For the past few days I've been plagued with writer's block. Each time I sit down at my laptop I'm distracted by how I can't...

In the early 1960s I worked on my master's thesis in English at what then was called California State College at Long Beach. In my thesi...

At 8 a.m. when I let the dogs back in after their morning frolic in the backyard I just stood in the doorway shivering uncontrollably. I scu...

“I understand [Willy Loman's] longing for immortality. Willy's writing his name in a cake of ice on a hot day, but he wishes he were...

Since this has been my Dickens year, I've neglected to mention that "the man who invented Christmas" is not my only literary l...