The story of everything.

The dog ate my boot. Understand that it is the nature of many, if not most, dogs to chew things. Sometimes they chew the things we human companions give them to chew. Rawhide bones. Squeaky plastic toys. Greenies for good breath. But often dogs also chew the things we humans absentmindedly leave lying around: Treasured … Continue reading The story of everything.

The moon is like China.

Either because our mother was a writer or, more likely, because we were born this way, my sister and I have always been comfortable with the language of abstract concepts. More than comfortable, actually. Abstract is our preference; when things get too literal, we start to feel itchy. As a result we're both pretty good … Continue reading The moon is like China.