They discovered a regionally extinct animal called a quoll in South Australia, and all the photos look like the Australian national parks service is demanding to know where the bomb is and the quoll just spit in their faces and said “Go fuck yourself, MacLaine!”

I got an advanced copy of What You Need to Be Warm. It's being published in support of UNHCR the UN Refugee agency. I will never see a penny for it. I've never been prouder of or happier for a book of mine to be published. (And art by 13 extraordinary artists.)

This flower might be why the word aroma was created. An amazing smell and the butterflies couldn’t stop feeding on it.

Getting ready for work, Hank stared in the mirror and sighed. Assistant manager at Applebee’s might not be his dream job, but at least it kept a roof over their heads and put trash on the table.

Nothing like a good sunset after a day at the beach.