It starts this time with an illusion of grandeur. As I drive along, I imagine that as I pull into a parking lot, I notice a suspicious man exit a car. Then I imagine I see a little boy in the car who looks exactly like Kyron, the kid who has been missing from Oregon Read More
Writing well, said Dorothy Parker, is the best revenge. And I write well. And I’m slightly vengeful. So when I’m angry, I’m particularly tempted to unleash on a person. I would like to tell that person I’m sad that she apparently wasn’t raised right, but she’s a grown-up now, and responsible for her own actions, Read More
We ate homemade chicken noodle soup the other night for dinner. It was delicious. The Tyrant really enjoyed it. She slurped up bites while telling us about the hippopotamus and his terrible diarrhea. Fortunately she didn’t spend a lot of time with the hippopotamus that day because she was busy with her friend Malibu who Read More
Undercooked brownies rest like sludge in the belly. The Pterodactyl has secured an old microwave popcorn bag, taped it up and put a slit in the side. It’s where he keeps his growing collection of Lady Gaga pictures. The Tyrant put a stick of butter in her lunch box this morning and pronounced it, “breakfast.” Read More
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