It was time. Past time. I stood with one hand poised over the trash can holding ...
It was time. Past time. I stood with one hand poised over the trash can holding ...
Did I really just see that on the news? Really? A clump of what they believe is Elvis's hair went on the auction blocked and fetched something with ...
Well, it happens to all of us. I have writer's block and its OK. I simply don't feel like writing and all of my fall/halloween/ work duties are ...
It was a summer of interruption. “Summerus Interruptus,” I called it and I can’t ...
I am not kidding. I went to search for the bullet and it has disappeared. Truly. I kid you not.