I first became interested in competitive tablescaping when I was merely a visitor to the LA County Fair in 2012. Sure, the tables themselves were impressive (overly ornate tables set according to an often ridiculous and insanely specific theme, with points assigned for creativity, presentation, and correctness) but what really got me were the judges' comments on display for all to read. They were...
This book seems to be published as “The Clergyman’s Daughter” and “A Clergyman’s Daughter.” My reprint, published on demand just a few days ago in a place called Coppell, Texas, split the difference by calling it “The Clergyman’s Daughter” on the front cover and “A Clergyman’s Daughter” on the title page. I think Orwell would have liked that.
As one of her many volunteer jobs, Claudia bakes custom birthday cakes for underserved children. She works with the national nonprofit Cake4Kids, whose mission is to make birthdays special for kids in group homes, domestic violence or human trafficking shelters, low-income housing, and more.
One infamous intersection was Douglass Street and Bayfront. This was close to Matthieu’s home so he crossed it frequently when he went out for a run. Cars on Bayfront disregarded the speed limit, especially at rush hour, which meant drivers on Douglass Street were often preoccupied with looking over their left shoulder for oncoming traffic while they waited to marge. They seldomly noticed any...
Poetry by Kyle Dickinson, Broadside by Adam Salazar
You said you were going to change the world.
But did you want the world to change
or did you want to be the one to change it?
All’s fair in love and war. So said John Lyly, 16th century poet, novelist, playwright, and slightly bitter romantic who got passed over for his ideal job twice and spent much of his adult life dancing with poverty and debt. John had a lot to say about love, sadly most of it is mistakenly attributed to Shakespeare who rocked up not long afterwards and stole all the thunder. It’s a phrase...
Nothing works right when you’re not here. The fridge
died, but the porch was cold enough to store
the food until the expert came. A bird
came through the furnace flue exciting cats
and me. [When I caught it, its heart beat fast.]
A 40-year-old Mario glitch is all I’ve been thinking about lately. That’s because there’s a cartridge in my brain labelled “Artistic Practice” and I want to blow the dust out of it.
A Creative Outlet