The Hook and I

When I was a kid I had a lot of irrational fears. My dad cured me of my fear of accidental poisoning by taking a bite of whatever I was afraid of and then, clutching at his neck and gagging, pretending to die a violent death. I once asked a psychiatrist-friend if this seemed like a . . . → Read More: Brain-eating Amoeba

On Friday, I got to sneak down to Virginia, and without totally abandoning work, hang out with two great fiber buds: Kim Werker and Shannon Okey. For the most part, we hung out at the Holiday Inn where they were sharing a room and we worked on our own projects. Kim was preparing the next issue . . . → Read More: Nuno in Virginia