I'll go with thee to the lane's end... I am a kind of burr, I shall stick. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

I write not to teach but to learn. Rebecca West

drew's writing:

  • "Always Forever Now," Ideomancer volume 13, issue 2
  • "Black Sun," Black Static # 32
  • "Bread or Cake" and "Pride/Shame,"2nd Annual Philadelphia One-Minute Play Festival
  • "Copper Heart," Polluto Magazine issue 5, A Steampunk Orange
  • "The Accomplished Birder's Guide to Overcoming Rejection," Last Drink Bird Head, edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer
  • "Another Night With the Henriksens," Player's Theater Halloween One-Act Festival NYC 2008
  • "Hating the Lovers," and "Pipe Down!" Geez Magazine: Thirty Sermons You Would Never Hear in Church
  • "Beth/slash/Nathan," Paper Fruit Blogiversary Contest

Friday, October 01, 2010



If I tell you my yoga instructor is named Tree you will make assumptions about both of us that may be untrue. Tree is as practical and levelheaded as anyone I know, and I am an indifferent yogi. Above see Tree at his recent-ish birthday.

Two friends of mine turned fifty this year, and my beloved (great) aunt turned ninety!

Here is my nonagenarian aunt with my first published book:


You can see that she is a German girl. When I visit her, she tells me the story of how she met her husband, and if I am clean shaven, takes my hands in hers and says:

Oh Andrew, thank you for not having a beard.

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