Monday, January 22, 2018

It dawned on her that if she spent half as much energy on the rest of her life as she did in choosing her outfits she'd be president by now.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

That morning Mike woke up feeling battered and fried like a fat Gulf shrimp a week past its prime.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Sussing out the things Sheila couldn't control from the ones she could directly affect gave her spirits a lift.

Friday, January 19, 2018

It was getting harder and harder to figure out what to bewail and what to let slide as nothing more than a canard.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

The building blocks of reality - facts - had become an amorphous sludge barreling down on our world and burying everything in its path.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Alice was torn between writing about what beauty was left in the world or the dystopian nightmare her country was marching towards.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

The quiet was punctured by the birds outside squabbling over the seeds tossed on the frozen ground.