I write from my sister’s coffee shop on the north side of Chicago. Sometimes I wait far too long to post and then realize with chagrin how much I have to catch everyone up on. My apologies. This particular update will be delivered in three acts. Act One: Omaha Summation I can’t believe I’m already […]
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I write from a familiar chair at my favorite coffee shop in Omaha, Nebraska. It’s a bit of a novelty to refer to a frequented haunt of any type. I feel so used to floating through comfortable spaces like a phantom that being a “regular” anywhere is a welcome change. At long last, my […]
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I write from a desk tucked into a cozy basement bedroom in a quiet neighborhood in west Omaha. The much-needed furnace blows comfortingly away, providing heat and white noise. Feet occasionally track their way above my head and inspire the old house to expound on their journeys. I will venture into the blustery cold in […]
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