YOU. ARE. LUMINOUS. I know, I know, some days are dark days, troubled days, bed days under blanket days. Some days are off days,...

(Excerpt from the novel Frances Grubb by Angie Tonucci) “This,” Brigid began in barely louder than a whisper, “is the legend of our...

incredible plants, Technicolor, Emerald City green, impossible leaves, Jurassic, from before everything got so much smaller, shelter for...

only hot things today please, warm things only, everywhere is cold, please can I return to my queen-sized bed full of toasty cats, I...

I don’t know how to answer the hair color question for my driver’s license because like the rest of me my hair isn’t just one thing it’s...

The thing is, you never really know a person until after he’s dead and maybe, not even then. But you can sure tell a lot more about him...

I didn’t know what I would find there in the house that looked a little like the one I lived in a hundred years ago, in that other life,...

velvet soft like roses pink like peony like sweet pea except even flowers aren’t really quite exactly that shade of pink they wiggle...

Dear Spider who lives in my car tiny architect of daily windshield webbery You are quite well-traveled clinging tightly to the glass or...

I once heard that Hemingway said we’re all broken, that’s how the light gets in, which is lovely, but Hemingway never said it. What ...

Let’s build a house of Legos Not those off-brand bricks that don’t quite snap together let’s be rich enough to afford the real ones...

miniature philosophers teachers of existentialism every waking moment truly lived laughter so infectious fury so inexplicable...