“I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.” ~ Walt Whitman
Uncle Walt had his song. And now I guess I’ll have mine, too. Welcome to my concert hall, where it’s likely to get discordant, off-key, winded, shrill and as self-indulgent as any self-respecting diva.
Earplugs are available in the gift shop.
I’m Laura Ryan, and this is my little patch of tarpaper. Welcome.
After more than 18 years of “just-the-facts, ma’am,” I’m stepping out from behind a newspaper reporter’s notebook. In those spare moments not spent fretting about my next best step, I’ll be up here on the roof, sounding my yawp.
Once I start homing in on that next step, readers here will be among the first to know. So, please, come again.
~ Laura
