My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare

Tomorrow husband goes back to work after a week at home with his family. There was much packed into last … More

Reporting from down under

Today’s thoughts are produced in the basement of our little row house, Baltimore City, Wyman Park. I am tasked with … More

I have a bad feeling that Beenie just won’t sleep. Who can blame her? It has been almost ninety degrees … More

Got notification of yet another arts grant I did not get. This one wasn’t a big one, but a local … More

Yeah! That’s right, sunshine, showers, all of it. Bring on the huge pollen spores making my three week headache and … More

I must say that after at least twenty years of hating with the venom of a large poisonous spider, Christmas, … More

That’s right, folks. The first (and only, so far) printed version of Camera Morte: Neighborhood Apocalypse, © J. Goodwin 2008, … More

Aaaaah. Lookee here! This evening I find myself on our little fold-out futon bed, which has relocated from the “computer … More

You aren’t seeing things. I’m on vacation. Not in a relaxing place, not in a clean place, not in a … More