I’m afraid you are right.

Just took one of your spots. I love this 'Why I write' question, focused on it last fall, and look forward to this program. In the meantime, you're likely familiar with Terry Tempest Williams' "Why I Write"—I have a framed version that's hung in my writing room from house to house.

Humans are like that, too. Stay strong, kiddos!

Ah, this was such fun and thoughtful piece. Pairs well with your Lit Hub essay (totally agree re: Hawthorne). People think of libraries as dusty tombs of silence not realizing what a lively hub they can be. Think I could I get away with a live, emotional support lobster, perhaps on a little leash?

It's amazing how even 'one good thing' to hold on to can make all the difference. Well captured moment. Now that my mouth remembers a certain sweetness, I shall dare to eat not a peach but a pear today.

So adore the 'nice' mushrooms you share here. Never an unkind, angry, or hostile 'shroom in the mix.

When I lived in the Pacific Northwest, where we sometimes got more than 90 inches of rain in the winter, I used to swear that if I lay down in the yard, I wouldn’t be reclaimed by moss, I’d become moss.

Oh, I can just hear their squeaky, ruckus exuberance.

Why does this image feel like it’s about more than two startled chickens and a little lightning? The light, the dark, the storm – – isn’t that the backdrop to this world right now?

Oh, my, your son is a wonderful old soul! Hopefully those five hours include a lot of Billy Joel music and singing, which means the time will fly lyrically.

What happened to this round? All silent since—a no-go?