On the days I run errands, I map out a short and efficient route. I don’t like backtracking. I want
“Is he in there?” Astrid demanded. “Don’t bother him, he’s busy making toys,” Karol said, blocking entrance to the workshop.
The Mister and I went shopping over the weekend, our first foray into the holiday mania that is the Christmas
They say she favors her father’s side of the family. Tall and lanky as a child, all sharp angles and
The water was smooth, only small ripples fluttered across the surface. Lying on her back, stretched out the full length
Here is a picture of my cat, Issy, being ever so helpful while I was manically interfacing with a digital
“How’d he get out?” Lucas inspected the latched gate, its ancient lock covered in a thick, green patina. “That’s the