Everything I’m doing these days is counter spell work. These are hard times. Weird times. Mean times. I’m getting up each morning and writing something for myself —to unjumble the thoughts and words and to untangle the worries. I’m not sharing most of what I write now—anymore. This work is my medicine. It isn’t about…

It is almost spring. I am almost in a better mood. I am almost ready to start a new project. I am almost ready to shove my winter monsters back in their boxes in the pantry. I am not sure I can keep them there. I am still angry at the powers that shouldn’t be…