He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision–he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: `The horror! The horror!’  (Joseph Conrad, The Heart of Darkness, via Link) My wife will not read my books or stories.  She says they are too dark. …

This past weekend my wife and I drove to Northern Virginia and back, approximately 1600 miles round trip.  Up on Friday, back on Sunday.  It was worth it.  We got to see our granddaughter’s first ballet recital. Maybe it was a little crazy, but when families are geographically separated, that’s…