From the “P.S.” section of Population 485 (paperback only): I breathed in that quiet firehouse fragrance (it’s a still smell…dampened notes of rubber, diesel, and concrete, all of it cushioned by…View post

Some days it feels like the paddle don’t even reach the water.

Made punjabi curried kidney beans. 5 y.o. asks for thirds, says “This time it doesn’t taste like laundry detergent.”

Maybe before you read this post you want to read this one. In response, my father sends this photograph: In the accompanying email he says: We throw these, mostly green…View post

No longer have to drive to cafe or implement dealer to complain-brag about cold. Can now just Tweet a screen grab of your weather app.