Someone is regularly salting snails on the sidewalk, near my front door. Got my bottom dollar on the elementary school kids who learn directly across from my home.
I’m convinced New York City is a living thing.
The WHAT-IF monsters chattering their what-if’s in my head while I try to sleep.
Have this one too much.
My friend Vanessa mailed me a doodle, which now has a peaceful home on my refrigerator door. Of course, I was infinitely late in returning the favor.