Words, Words, Words
My new addiction to online Scrabble has me thinking about how much I love words, those pesky little lettered things that roam errant across the page, resisting containment even by the author, each sentence a pregnant cumulonimbus promising disaster, by turns jocular and contentious, the period an upstart proclaiming its unearned dominance. If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. This message will disappear after 3 visits. Thanks and happy reading!