I saw the signs

Standing at the doors to the backyard, coughing my brains out, I noticed it was snowing. Sort of. My gaze moved up the birch trees in the backyard where there are dozens of birds enjoying a meal of the fuzzy seed pod  [more...]

Here are some of the results of the Style Invitational contest I remarked on a few weeks ago, where contestants were directed to write a line to be secretly inserted into the State of the Union teleprompter in hopes  [more...]