As I prepared to adopt another bird (more later!), an old song about a bird kept playing in my head. A French Canadian song. A song I ha...

The creepiness of dolls is a topic I return to again and again, just because I haven't squeezed all the squick out of it yet. Not by...

This is one of those things you don't wonder about, until one day you do. Just what are the Whos down in Whoville singing at the en...

If Hitler's dog could speak, I think it would say everything. Her body pressed into the snow ears laid back in fear shrink...

This thing comes on every year and I get caught up in it, even worse than  Taxi Driver . And I forget every year that it's the lo...

My Garden by T. E. Brown   A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Fern'd grot -- The veriest scho...

I'm just sayin'.

This time of year, God . If I'm not all sparkly and euphoric, I'm rehashing, in detail, every embarrassing thing I've ever ...

Seriously. I am not making this up. This is the decline and fall of civilization as we know it. Sydney siege casts pall over Ch...