It was the 32nd of November in the land of Whatever in Calliope’s mind, and she was restless ( Read more... )

“As you can see, we have three buttons on this panel,” Jason indicated to a small remote sitting on Roger’s desk. Roger nodded ( Read more... )

In early June of 1989, my parents and I embarked on an unforgettable camping trip in the Rocky Mountains. Summer camping was generally a weekly activity my parents and I did starting the moment school let out for summer vacation. It was something to look forward to, and something I look fondly back upon years later. I shall share a particular ( Read more... )