Kozmo Rosenberg is a dynamo. I know because I’m a dynamo too, or so I’ve been told. The thing about dynamos – the figurative kind – is that they are super energetic and seem to never stop moving. Anyone who knows Kozmo knows this to be completely and 100% totally true.
If you’ve survived long enough to read this sentence, then you, my dear, are a storyteller. And if you’ve survived elegantly, you know when to share your pen with the nearest cat.
Life is full of tall tales and fairy tales and cattails and cats’ tails. If you’re a NatGeo buff, that includes snow leopard tails and clouded leopard tails. As a race, humans have a panache and flair for spinning out words in wonderful ways. From the shortest stories to the longest epics, from fact to […]
You’ve heard their names before. They are sung from the rooftops. They are shouted at all the stadiums, including the Colosseum. Their names ring like bells chiming from all the cathedrals in all the world all at once. One of the Lords of the Lounge is the ultimate love bug of Tabby’s Place, and his […]
April, April, you merry little month. You bring us wicker baskets of blossoms, and wry wailing winds to whirl them all away.