Again, Dangerous Tub-Thumps

After Tuesday’s essay, I planned on writing something a little lighter today, perhaps with some froth on top and maybe some cheerful sprinkles, like some sort of literary version of a coffee house barista serving up joy, one… Read More

The Odious Stench Of Burning Flesh, or Summertime In The South!

I’m not sure what weather conditions are like in whatever part of the world it is that you find yourself as you read this, but things are pretty miserable around here. For those who don’t know, I live… Read More