The cat who gave thanks
The nieghbourhood cat, whom we call Chow Ciao, but whose new owners have named something like Kira, has been visiting every morning….
Read moreThe nieghbourhood cat, whom we call Chow Ciao, but whose new owners have named something like Kira, has been visiting every morning….
Read moreWithout readers, my novels wouldn’t exist. Oh, there would be words on a page, but they wouldn’t live in hearts and minds–which,…
Read moreI am grateful for the language, brought on boats across the North Sea, grown from the land, sliced and spiced by Normans…
Read moreThis is my last post until Monday. I might do comments/tweets etc but no actual posts–unless something fabulous or terrible or excessively…
Read moreHere in Seattle it’s a day of scudding cloud and lemon sun, and the outside world is very quiet: few cars, few…
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