Acting is all about honesty, if you can fake that you can fake anything.
In-between the floods of Texas, the old gits birthday and a glut of runner beans, the month comes to a balmy close. This August has gone so quickly I can almost recall it minute by minute. My little red car had new pistons because I drove it into the ground without oil. My car does … Read more
The sky is low. the purple lilac outside the kitchen window looks limp. I’ve been watching the butterflies, because Saint David Attenborough wanted us to count them. One orange, two red admirals, and some white ones. Not as many as there used to be, in 1984 we had blue butterflies fluttering by. So I went … Read more