What dreams may come, what dreams may not

What dreams may come, what dreams may not

I’m waiting for the news. Somewhere out there sits a board room table flanked with seasoned editors discerning whether the manuscript I’ve handed them will take another step toward becoming a Multnomah book. The meeting began at ten in the morning....
What ifs, plutonium, and me

What ifs, plutonium, and me

In the rippling wake cut by the momentum of a new year, our minds wander more than usual. First we look back, reflecting on the year we’ve just left behind. Next we flick our gaze upstream, testing future waters like a fisherman planted waist deep in the current...