Ain't that a sight? With all the things we know and learn, we still ain't touched the big mysteries -- where we come from, where we go next, why we even her. And when something truly miraculous happens, we run and hide in our caves. We deny.

You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.

Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.

"Promise. Don't misunderstand me-you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing."

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

A place to keep all your secrets

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.