Bubbly suds cover the floors as my bristle brush scrub the dirt. The heat in the air evaporates the soapy water before I finish even a small square of the floor. My hands look like prunes from dunking them in the water so often. Leaning back to stretch my muscles, I wipe my hand across my face, hoping the droplets...

What happened that night was so strange, and yet so real. It seemed to have lasted for quite some time, yet it was only in a single night! I will try to explain it as best as I can. The details are so striking and memorable that I think I can do a pretty good job of telling it, though I might miss a few more minor details. There...

The water felt cool even through my wetsuit as I dived deeper into the open plains of the ocean. Sunlight, gentle and soft, streamed through the surface and danced with the bubbles expelled from my regulator. I shifted it a little in my mouth as I took another breath, watching in awe as the bubbles floated up to the surface...

Momma would sit down with her laptop on the couch and eat ice all day long. Yes, I’m talking cold cubes of ice and a never ending “CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH” that drove me up a god-damn wall.   I googled it once. Web MD said that eating ice, or Pagophagia, as its known in the world of medical science, can be related...