All these years and only now I find out that “don’t judge a book by its cover” was a lie? Thanks for my failure as a writer, mom!

Who knew that by today’s standards Popeye would be considered a poet.

Lindsey is just jealous because Starbucks will never print her work on the side of my cup of Pumpkin Spice latte. (Skim please)

Xtacular shot from that frisky dingo.

I’ve been coming to “The Net” for 22 years.

It was 3am and once again I found myself wide awake, the shadowy embrace of sleep seeming to want no part of me. What was it? Why was I awake? What were these thoughts running through my mind? ‘Destiny,’ The word floated above me, a hazy phantasm. The word awoke something in me, an old feeling, a memory. “Ahh yes,” I…

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