Sincerest apologies to Jillian Lund as I've selected an image with a CLEAR copyright indication. I'm hoping she, and or Picture Puffin Books will consider it honest advertising and forgive me. Coolest book ever. Amazon tells me the grade level... Read more →

Coop took the podium. In his larger than life Men In Black outfit, he was Tommy Lee Jones, circa 1997. In the interest of personal safety, he didn't wear his glasses in the building. Glasses had a way of vanishing... Read more →

Margaret gave it a sound thwack with her football finger. It bounced off the door, prompting Coop to yell: "Foul Ball! My turn!" She'd given up trying to make him accept that baseball was not the only game played with... Read more →

Frank and Margaret were on their second and third bagels, respectively. Frank had a snout full of scallion cream cheese and poppy seeds between his teeth; grinning like a six year old with a sack of Halloween loot. It was... Read more →

At a Delta Holdings Christmas party, maybe a lot of years ago, Dr. Webb gave Margaret a weather station. She put it on a shelf in the lab where it collected dust and the echoes of Margaret's frustration. While the... Read more →

"...and it's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there, mumble mumble if you need it or leave it if you dare, and it's just a box of rain or a mumble mumble for your hair,... Read more →

Dr. Frank Johnson Evans IV called an all hands meeting at midnight. His 'All Hands' distribution list had two names: CHRISTIE and Margaret Abegg-Thibodeaux. CHRISTIE didn't sleep; midnight was just another stop on the analog clock. Margaret did like to... Read more →

"...what's that flower you have on...mmm m m...a faded rose from days gone byyyyyyy yi yi yi yi?" Two fingers massaged the muscle just behind her right ear. "..presents as Occipital Neuralgia; Dr. Evans, are you writing this down?" "Christie,... Read more →

"Who can define 'Unicorn' within the context of microbiology and nanotechnology as directly applied to the field of nanomedicine? Not you, Sam, you sit down and stop bothering the analyst. Good lord, you must be a pain in the ass... Read more →

Dr. Evans put a couple drops of Proparacaine into Matt's already dilated eyes. A while later, he couldn't have said when, there were more drops. Matt barely registered the second event, but events are captured, filed, and ultimately retrievable under... Read more →