This time of year, I can become a touch weary with the wearing o’ the green. The sweeping and wonderful Irish folkloric culture seems a bit, well, debased in March, with the fairy folk diminished to cartoonish leprechauns and powerful old tales reduced to green...
I had an event the other night with our adjustable bed. I have re-written that sentence four times so far. I had an encounter. An incident. A surprise. A shocking surprise. A skirmish. Something that woke me the hell up. Something that brought me bolt upright except...
