He would only let me, and me alone sign both casts, bent at the elbows. Read more

Wonder how a bird of paradise and a gardenia would look as a corsage? Read more

I have to admit, I’m curious about that now too, but I hear it’s a moot point at my age. Read more

Knife wounds were rare with pancakes and waffles, but twin boys made anything possible. Read more

Like a crystal ball it held secrets, but another puff took another tuft. Read more

I had surmised that Shakespeare was no angel. Read more