Gloria’s in the Attic (30:30)
Ah – the magic typewriter. The magic of the typewriter, the magic falling and spilling and exuding from her keys, and I say her because I am sure she is a girl and I have (long ago) given a name to my typewriter which sits quietly on a small table in the attic room with…
The Eyes of Ronnie Lawson (a 30:30 report)
One of the nice things of today was stopping to spend some time looking at dragonflies. They’re very beautiful you know, ethereal is a word that counts here, color sparkles in the translucent light and we all race around in circles over the meadow, very large birds float far above, perhaps this is a day…