There it was, out in the open for all to see, like an upchucked chipmunk from their cat Mitzi on the rug in front of us.
Don’t go dangling your participles around here you may never see them again.
“I’ll love you even if you forget what a trope is.”
I ask if he can spare a minute and he says yes. This is about your ancestors and mine, I say how, forced off the land, they sailed west to Boston where, if they didn’t die on the way, they and their faith were scorned in the schools. He listens, a bit distracted I can […]