I’m standing in my new kitchen typing this on my phone. We are building hope here in a new home, and it’s a messy process.
Unfortunately. Since it’s supposed to be a Murder Mystery. I mean it’s right there in the title. “Murder in the Rigel Brigade.” Plain as day.
Today, class, we’ll be doing a thought exercise. Okay, you’ll be doing a thought exercise, because I can’t be trusted to treat the subject fairly
Perhaps the most freeing and terrifying moment for anyone growing up is that moment when you realize, with horror and sudden insight, that everyone else
When I can’t help but shake my head and wonder how some folks manage to put one foot in front of the others, much less
I didn’t kiss the girls and make them cry. But in responding to a call-out for a car rollover (I am a volunteer ambulance officer)…