In my story “Gleason Snickell and the Search for Love”, twelve-year-old Gleason plots with his nine year old neighbor to run away from home, mainly because they were feeling the pain of neglect of a dysfunctional family. It wasn’t because dad was an alcoholic, or that mom turned tricks when she should have been helping them with homework, it was because the parents were too absorbed in their own digital lives on Continue reading “Digitally Abandoned Children: Should We be Worried?”
Short reads, short stories, those little 10-minute novels that have a mind of their own.
I’m typing this now. I’ve been practicing on and off for 50 years. I should be good. I suck. I’m of the opinion that I simply can’t improve from where I am. I seem to be at the great wall of Hermes with no gate or doorway in site. I cannot break through. My fingers do not go where I direct them, even after hours and hours of continual practice. If I look Continue reading “In search of perfection: Learning to type (again)”