THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS by getaclewis (author’s note: Best when read aloud) 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house The skirt!buds were rousing to all go watch HOUSE; ...

Sure, we’ll all die. I suppose it’s the hospital’s nursery warden who first mentions, in between swabbing your umbilical cord and scooping your first poo, that you shouldn’t get used to this ride you’re starting, because it will all...

OK, I can at least do this. Thanks to relentless editing of a client’s manuscript and home clutter that seems to send my life particles flying into further wild disarray and a bit of can’t-seem-to-get-the-holiday-spirit-going-this-year, I ha...