I wrote a hit television show. Critically acclaimed, even.
One small problem — (more…)
I wrote a hit television show. Critically acclaimed, even.
One small problem — (more…)
There is something akin to peace, for now. That will end when the twins practice their trombone and trumpet later, attracting moose to the yard
Oh, October, you tempestuous beast, you. You offered a few celebrations in my small little world, but beyond our doors, the world went to hell. Again.
Or maybe the world just established permanent residency in hell. Who’s to say? (more…)