“It was a dramatically patterned robin-sized songbird with a black hood, white waistcoat, and rich russet sides—a bird whose cheerful call of drink-your-teeeaaaaa was far more melodious than the sharp two-syllable exclamation towhee, or the sound that had provided its… — Michael Sims Copy Share Image
Philosophers, comedians, and tipsy birthday celebrants all have proposed theories about why time seems to move increasingly swiftly as we grow older. But the… — Michael Sims Copy Share Image
“If there is nothing new under the sun, at least the sun itself is always new, always re-creating itself out of its own inexhaustible… — Michael Sims Copy Share Image
I grew up in rural Tennessee. There were no bookstores in the town, but the school had a little library and the town had… — Michael Sims Copy Share Image
“So what can we generalize about Victorian vampires? They are already dead, yet not exactly dead, and clammy-handed. They can be magnetically repelled by… — Michael Sims Copy Share Image
“It was a dramatically patterned robin-sized songbird with a black hood, white waistcoat, and rich russet sides—a bird whose cheerful call of drink-your-teeeaaaaa was… — Michael Sims Copy Share Image
