Tom Scocca

The forsythia was already a solid yellow wall.

The droning of traffic sloshing through rain announced that the day was underway.

Cayenne? Paprika? Cumin? Whatever makes sense and doesn't take too much effort.

Here was nature audibly ripping meat apart, and there, a few yards off, was normal human business, flowing on at eye level.

Our favorite website of the week is ICEBERGER. There are mysteries in these waters.

A cat named Patches, missing since 2018

I've spent full months' worth of my life, possibly more than a year, washing and trimming and chopping vegetables.

SOME THINGS ONLY exist in fantasy novels, which is the point. You read about them to imagine an experience you could never have in the ordinary world. They don’t all have to be things of awesome or epic character. Lembas, for instance. Through the decades since I first read Lord of the Rings as a […]