As I write this, a dog from somewhere in the neighborhood barks incessantly. Daisy nudges my arm, flitting from my chair to window, begging me to let her outside so she may bark, too. Across from me, pages of Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin lay in shreds, a tattered memento of [...]
Author: l m anderson
a writer from the Oklahoma plains exploring the connectivity of humanity. in love with books, beaches, and Bob Dylan.
portrait of a life: closing
The month of April wraps up soon, along with it, my writing for this month (sparse as it has been). It all closes out to the sound of birds chirping as the sun shines lavishly. Daisy and I play outside on this Saturday afternoon, walking around my spacious yard and then sprawling out on a [...]
