She's in Paris, the night before coming home. What could be a better time?
A reminder that in America...we take all sports seriously.
Whatever happened to the common good? Barry Friedman wants to know.
I'm surprised there's not a road in my neighborhood named Pleasant Street.
An electric carnival made miracles in the black sky.
I don't know if I want a computer that knows my mood. I have ex-girlfriends for that.
I don't care what people do, as long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses.
Tulsa is a small town in the dark. Tulsa has one eye open.
I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things.
Steps with clumps of stain and a house that smells like a tannery.