The power is out. I may have to eat you.

An hour passed in darkness. Then two, then three and clearly this time I was vindicated. It really WAS the end of the world. 

Street Talk: All the world’s a stage

Mark LaFlamme: Kids these days have a way of making us feel inadequate

‘Hope’ and ‘Love:’ Art or blight?

Fray over spraypainted words on Cowan Mill an online gutter fight.

Street Talk: Woodsy the Owl is turning mean

Street Talk: Can I interest you in a spot of tea?

I've started drinking tea and it's gotten so bad that the discovery of something like chamomile in the ingredients list can send me into a fury or an all-day depression. 

Mark LaFlamme: Confessions of a former crime reporter

My motto in those days was: "I don't want bad things to happen. I just wanna be there when they do." And I meant it utterly. 

Mark LaFlamme: The singing lady, the brawler and their sobering tales

I could sit here and write all day about the intelligent, talented, supremely gifted people I've known who plunged into the black waters of addiction never to emerge again. Most of us could.

Fuzzy wunnit! And other thoughts on coffee

Another day at the office