Written on my Grandmother’s Typewriter ::

This machine was my grandmother’s. It would have been my grandfather, though, who kept it in working condition. From what my mother has told me, Thomas Arnold Thomson was fascinated by the mechanics of machinery. If anything in the house broke, Thomas Arnold Thomson’s solution was to purchase a manual explaining how the thing worked … Continue reading Written on my Grandmother’s Typewriter ::

One hundred words on imagination and autobiography ::

To write autobiographically is to confess a lack of imagination. That or the writer is no writer, just someone possessed of the notion that their story deserves telling. That is the first school of thought. The other says that to retreat into one’s imagination in anything other than an allegorical fashion is to confess one’s … Continue reading One hundred words on imagination and autobiography ::