INTO THE NIGHT
Last night, a cricket was in the house. He made his high-pitched song and I listened from bed. He trilled and he chirped. He was calling...
stories
for the information age
These bite-sized stories chronicle my efforts, both pitiful and successful,
to navigate the rapidly-changing world.
My hope is that they help you do the same.
INTO THE NIGHT
SLEEP WATCHING
NOCTURNE
THE HOLLOW
COUNTING SLEEP
THREE BEDS
SLEEP TRAINING
DREAM LIGHT
THE DRUG CALLED SLEEP
HATCH A PLAN
SOMETHING IS EATING ME ALIVE
GOOD IN BED
IT'S NOT LIKE I WAS DRINKING
I NO LONGER LOOK AT PEOPLE