Your field report might be the reason someone detoured six blocks, say, on their way to the chiropractor.

Your field report might be the reason someone detoured six blocks, say, on their way to the chiropractor.

I'm a total ignoramus about the technical aspects but I have to say that it's awfully purty now.

I'm pretending to be a vegetarian. Were I not, I believe I probably still wouldn't eat a wallaby.

I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess I'm hoping to start a wave of first-name usage.

I was thinking what I usually think about when I write: what the next word should be, whether my character should be an emu farmer or a wallaby farmer, the searing pain in my right temple.

Birth is a dream, spontaneous and innate. Death, on the other hand, is a slow, false, divine calamity. It is like love.