I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.

When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.

Human beings are remarkably resilient. When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima. In short, we endure.

A word of advice, Will Henry. When a person of the female gender says she wants to show you something, run the other way. The odds are it is not something you wish to see.

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!

It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.