The typical intellectual-without-portfolio, aspiring political cartoonist and rustic furniture teacher that are a dime a dozen in Vermont. Not surprisingly, my day job leaves much to be desired. 'Nuff said.
My passion is ...
writing
I know too much about ...
out-of-date crackers
My childhood ambition ...
express myself reasonably well
My favorite memory ...
baby trout biting my toes
Why I write ...
the voices in my head won't let me stop
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
cheap, used, trashy detective novels from the library
My first job ...
professional dishwasher
My best moment ...
in the dream, I'm a popular author, smoking a pipe and wearing slippers with my feet on a fancy divan as I sip imported brandy and stick my little pinky out
My inspiration ...
Mrs Woodworth in my senior year of high school, who told me I could write
Once, When It Counted All of us get some chances to prove just what we're made of, and once in a while the universe stands still and watches to see what we'll do as if hundreds of cameras were trained on you at all times (but unless you're the President or in maximum security, not likely). I believe the spirits of our ancestors are watching us, however. In Native American culture (and in many religions worldwide) the ancestors not only watch but may lend a hand, from time to time. Imagine dear old grandfather whispering something in your ear from the other side in time to avert some disast...
More..Michael T. Heath
Member since: March 2008
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