I don’t look for faces in clouds, I look for clouds in faces. And the best place to look is at the face of my friend, Carl Cumulonimbus, who I nicknamed “Rain Factory,” because he’s always either in a dark and stormy mood, or crying heavily.

“I used to be a bumper sticker kind of writer. Now I’m more developed, and my wr…”

“My shoes are scuffed and dirty from dancing. The grave of my enemy is where I g…”

“I won’t bring you a single rose to be romantic, but I will point out that our r…”

“Falling in love should be natural, like the food at Moe’s. Baby, I am so hungry…”