Life in a box
The wind is sharp and brittle. The house thumps, echoes of footsteps long gone. Fiona purrs behind me. She …
The wind is sharp and brittle. The house thumps, echoes of footsteps long gone. Fiona purrs behind me. She …
I like odd numbers. Maybe that’s because I was born in an odd-numbered year and my birthday is on an …
About six weeks ago, I invited myself to visit MMB and JR. If I had spent one more minute here …
Okay, that was cheating. I clipped that from the middle of a sentence that’s buried in a song no one …
OMG and now that song won’t get out of my head. Somewhere, at some point, I read or heard or …