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This is a topic I was thinking about this morning. I have a couple of draft blog posts in the hopper I could have worked on. I’ve also got a couple of short stories, a screenplay, and at least one mushroom-growing manual in the works. And let’s not talk about the list of novels that…
People ask me how I got into growing mushrooms. I’m not sure how anyone else gets into this, but for me, it was reluctantly, on the assurances of my dear partner. By the time he suggested we become full-time mushroom farmers, I had been through nearly 10 years of his promises fulfilled, in the realm…
And everything is compost. A great man died this past year — his name was Dennis R. — and he was not famous. He was great to me because he was my father’s brilliant, wild-and-white-haired, squinty-eyed, no-bullshit Mad Scientist boss, with a crazy smile. A creative man who taught me the miracle of compost. Or,…
“I don’t know what I think until I write it down.”
Joan Didion
“We must risk delight. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.”
Jack Gilbert
Deb, March 2004
Mazatlan, Mexico
“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
Murakami
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
Maya Angelou
My grandmother, my uncle, my dad
Terre Haute, Indiana, around 1955.
Deb, writing 