When she goes to the grocery store, Lilianna Wilde will sometimes go for the shopping cart from which everyone else steers clear, the sad-looking one with the squeaky wheel. When she puts the dishes ...

Everybody needs love. But sometimes other human beings are way more trouble than they’re worth. There could be other problems, too. Like maybe your boyfriend’s body just isn’t boxy enough to satisfy ...

To be an inanimate object must be, I fancy, a very uninteresting affair. Certainly, being one appears to have a disastrous effect upon the disposition. No one who has had any intercourse with ...

For most of my life, I’ve not really believed in magic. I’ve been more of a suspicious observer of the inexplicable. The analytical mind can sometimes placate itself with the reasoning that one ...

Inanimate objects attack me. Doors, tables, chairs, toilet seats, vacuum cleaners, keys, wallets, tools, cars, and computers - to name just a few of my enemies - have it out for me. They sneak up on ...

It’s a simple piece, made by my paternal great-grandfather, what one might call a “moveable kitchen counter,” with shelves on top going up to the ceiling. Underneath are four drawers down the center, ...