Well no, my husband is not short and stodgy and gosh no, definitely not rich. In fact, he doesn't even have myopia. But others would agree with me that he is Mr. Magoo with ADD and 20/20 vision.

I deal I put on sky blue leggings and get off the train in a new place where I am station met and taken to a building with a garden

The library smelled musty, stale and damp. Real books really stink, thought Harry.

The doorbell tones vary, stray electrical impulses share the airwaves, create impressions of a visitor, who isn’t there. False connections spark impulses tripping tunes into play.

the infinite possibilities of chess, scrabble, the puzzles of these jinxes, it's mind-blowing. I have only seen the silence of the mediocrity,

Sand dunes stretch on for miles, tangerine dirt connect to yellow dunes, with green corridors of outlined with trees. Ride home, ride home. Leave us all alone with our screaming children,

This was given to me in a dream one night. Only a little tweaking.