Oh, To Be Made Out of Glass
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
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
I attended Left Coast Crime in Albuquerque last week. LCC is an annual mystery fan convention that travels around to locations west of the Mississippi.
I’ll be the first to admit I’m unusual. I love black licorice. I’m not a fan of Italian food. I’m a Colorado native and have