my belt…

In 1977 in a 7th grade shop class a boy made a leather belt.  It was a popular color of light golden brown.  On it he pressed stars and music notes and a simple sentence...  a sentence that could have kept him from getting laid ever.  Ever. "SCIENCE FICTION IS THE GREATEST" And then I … Continue reading my belt…

when cats cry

Oh what to do, what to say? Yesterday I posted about all those drafts that were saved up in my wordpress... Posts I had barely written.  Posts that were long and never concluded.  Posts that had great meaning, but I just kind of had trouble letting go of them.  The one that seemed most intriguing … Continue reading when cats cry