I feel that if you are blessed, or lucky enough, to be doing well, you should help others.

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.

I just love dealing with people whose idea of sometimes is every thousand years,” I said.

Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two.

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?

Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.