You Don't Want People To Think You're

If You're Short On Time, That Would Be The Two-word Version Of Our Story: We Fell.

Could We Betray Our Parents By Going Back To Them?

The Beginning Of The End Can Feel A Lot Like The Middle When You Are Living In It.

Given The Brevity Of Our Time Here, It Does Seem Likely That Our Species, Too, Must Have At Best A Blinkered Understanding Of The Shape Of Things, The Import Of Certain Events And What Distinguishes "good" From "bad" Luck.

I'm Probably A Lot Closer Than Perhaps The Contents Of My Early Fiction Suggest To A Jaded Denny's Waitress With Smoker's-lung-black Humor Than A Ghost Hunter.