Skinned knees are no big deal. Preferable, even.
My wife doesn’t even flinch at the sight of a bloody knee. She quickly and dispassionately tells my daughter that skinned knees are a sign that she had fun. Even…
Four of my books and one dead unicorn
A photo of my books at The Strand in New York, sent to me by a friend. I especially like how Death of a Unicorn is sandwiched between the soft…
