If computers get too powerful, we can organize them into a committee -- that will do them in.

Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.

There is something about the developing brain that can absorb the blow of a stroke that, in an adult or older child, would otherwise devastate.

Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.

Companions are we, enlivened by a mighty gallop quickly sliding a harsh straw basket of sea foam gathered astride the tide.

I seriously love to cook... My grandmother was an amazing cook. As a kid I used to help her make handmade pasta, Cavatelli and Ravioli. It was one of my favorite things to do. I love the idea of making whatever is in the fridge into something.