Category Archives: the writing life

Pick Me Up, Don’t Tear Me Down

It has happened again. They won’t rest till they pave paradise and put up a Chase bank. This was my hangout. I read and wrote and blogged, or just sat cross-legged and daydreaming here. It was quaint and grungy. Shabby

Pick Me Up, Don’t Tear Me Down

It has happened again. They won’t rest till they pave paradise and put up a Chase bank. This was my hangout. I read and wrote and blogged, or just sat cross-legged and daydreaming here. It was quaint and grungy. Shabby