Once More Unto the Breach

Fine.  Since the tea is not forthcoming, let’s have a philosophical conversation. — Anton Chekhov, The Three Sisters I miss hunting for just the right word.  I miss hammering ornery sentences into shape.  Solving tricky paragraph jigsaw puzzles.  Riding the furious wave of a self-righteous rant, pontificating from a rickety soapbox, waxing poetic at the … Read more Once More Unto the Breach