“I’ve got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.” – Thomas Carlyle I’m exhausted—damn tired—from keeping a pace that would leave Jeff Gordon in the dust. But I’m not bored. Far from it. Just tired. My list of to-do’s is a doozy. I know you’re there in the cage with me, singing … More Zzzzzzzzzz…
After what seemed like The Week That Time Stood Still, we’re finally having the first official meeting of the Progressive Book Club! Thanks to all of you who signed up to participate this month. I’m virtually walking around the room, refreshing drinks and passing around a tray of cheese, crackers, and other nosh. Enjoy! At … More January PBC Takes Flight with Bird by Bird
…then why have I been treating it like an Elks Lodge?” It’s 4:30 in the morning, and the past fifteen minutes of gurgling and hacking finally come to an end with a sputtering cough … followed by five short beeps. That’s my alarm clock. Not the beeps — they’re hardly audible from my room. I’m referring to … More "If My Body’s A Temple…
Welcome to the Progressive Book Club If you are reading this post, chances are you’re a writer. You write. And if you’re a writer, then most likely you’re also an avid reader, perhaps even a voracious one. Good. You read. So why not read along with us? Beginning January 16, 2013, and continuing on the third … More Progressive Book Club
On a cold, early-December evening in 1971, our sunken den was transformed into an arena of testosterone-driven action as my brother and I fought repeated battles of Rock ’em, Sock ’em Robots. The battle lines are drawn. Grunts of victory and groans of defeat drowned out the crooning of Mom’s favorite seasonal LP, The Andy … More How The Cowardly Lion Taught Me Grammar
M.L. Swift, Writer 