It starts with a visit from your grandparents and ends with third-degree facial burns: the joys of a fresh-fried hell.
I've gone through the cycle of disbelief, claustrophobia, despair, and cooking.
I hate admitting things, but I have an admission to admit.
I host the yearly office Halloween party. The trick is finding fun, engaging games that aren't demeaning or wasteful.
Both sound correct, though maybe one sounds formal. People will understand what's being expressed either way, so what's the difference?
I've been hosting a quarterly spec-fic flash fiction contest for two years, within a certain fetish/erotica genre.
Sophie's mom knew Melissa's mom and happened to mention the sleepover; one thing led to another and here was creepy Melissa, ruining Sophie's special night.
All I knew was how to avoid the worst a man could be, but that still left a lot of opportunity.
So my wife and I took our niece out to see Wonder Woman today. It was my wife's second time and our niece's fourth, but I'd never seen it before. It was far too late for there to be any surprises but I don't generally care about spoilers. I just like a story well told. And … Continue reading The Old Flame
What I need to learn about next are the qualities to writing paper. In high school we hosted an exchange student from southern Germany. I was a junior and he was a senior. We got along, though he was exponentially more socially capable than I was, and classmates would come over to pick him up … Continue reading A Man of Letters and Papers