Tag Archives: Crows

Murder Is Poetic

A few months ago, I blogged about how I love crows, one reason being that a group of them is called a murder of crows. That image is very fitting for a Suburban Noir writer. It turns out, murder of … Continue reading

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Sunday Slice: Getting Worse

My golf game, already kind of embarrassing to talk about, has been getting progressively worse the past few weeks. So if anyone can tell me why I’m suddenly hitting behind the ball more than usual, please do. Otherwise, here’s what … Continue reading

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