Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
We said last night my mom’s dining room is like your favorite bar: it has an old banquette table in the corner, below windows overlooking a cobblestone street, and a Bavarian-style chandelier overhead. Between the warm lighting and the wine,… Read More ›
…began shortly after midnight with our two kids awakening. I thought it was near dawn, but was puzzled why there were people out walking in the streets. Then we realized it was 12:20. They got to sleep near 4 probably,… Read More ›