I was out with writer friends recently and the discussion turned to language, as it does. We were at Happy Hour after our Sisters in
I never see baby squirrels. Just full-sized ones. Along the same lines, the only eyelashes that get stuck on my eyeball are long, but I
I pulled out my Fat Folder of Fervid Fun, otherwise known as my idea file, casting about for something I wanted to blog about. My
… and now I have many, many thoughts about the instructions on my new garden hose. Every kid who grew up in suburbia drank from
I used to give this to the kids when I did school visits, much to the dismay of their teachers. But it fascinates me, how
Here is a list of mistakes I made over a two-day period. The ones I could remember, anyway. Thank goodness I have a healthy self-esteem.
I love maps. If I had known the word cartographer as a kid, I might have had an entirely different career trajectory. I’ve talked many
I’ve been on Facebook for a long time. A really long time. I got an account soon after it opened to normals and not just
I got an “overpayment notice” in the mail the other day from Time Magazine. I had to read it three times. At first I thought
I was busy doing Very Important Work—okay, fine, I was working the Sunday crosswords—when I heard birds squawking and the neighbor dogs barking up a