Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Theater of the Absurd, or The Interior of My Car
M: The sun is hurting my eyes. MV: I'm so sorry. M: I want the sun to say sorry! MV: The sun can't talk. M: Why not? MV: Well, because....because the sun is a mass of incandescent gas. M: I have gas sometimes.
I'm a mother at home with four children. I live in my beloved hometown, near an ocean, two rivers, and countless creeks. I'm working on my third YA novel--the first one is in the metaphorical drawer, and the second one is winging its way to agents as we speak.