notes from all over space and time:

tio don’s cartoons, rabih’s colored pencils, stephanie’s bio, ann’s 18th nervous breakdown.

my uncle drew this cartoon in 1940–something. on it is a note from my cousin, “mom thinks this might be a drawing of uncle Art, at work. what a picture”.

Rabih Borgi our uncle art was an electrician for somethin’ me mum called “civil service.” she tol’ me i should work for civil service cuz ‘they take care of their people.’ she was not-too-terribly fond of bank of america, republicans, and one of me…

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Ann James

Ann James

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.