Articles in Stories, True and Otherwise
Time is the main topic on a funeral day: the quality of it spent, its scarcity, the odd way it behaves.
One of the strange things about my life in writing about TV, if by “strange” you mean “eminently predictable by anyone who finished Psych 101,” is that my parents allowed me to watch almost no …
Sherry went into her bedroom. The livable half, the light coming through the blue tarps, looked like it should be a seafood restaurant called The Mermaid Grotto, and it smelled like a lumberyard.
One time, years ago, I started making a list of all the nicknames I had for the Hobe: Orangino. Hobey Wan. Clicks. Herr Mittenspiel. Grampy. Creamsicle. Tolstoy.
It’s not the pawprints themselves. …Well, it’s not JUST the pawprints themselves.
I have a story in my head: Latin 5 must save a classmate who has been taken. Latin 5 does more than march through sanitized Catullus at this institution.
He put this to Kat, that the pranks of teenagers tended to reveal themselves. She came back with, Occam’s razor. The simplest explanation is the right one!
