It's hallowe'en, which doesn't really mean much here at Casa Smith, other than my husband suddenly developing a deep urge to be anywhere where children won't ring the doorbell all night.
Today I got hate mail. Well, not really hate "mail" so much as hate "e-mail." Also, there were so many typos included it was hard to take it seriously.
It's a little amazing that I've read and discussed three hundred short stories up to now (that's actually a misnomer, I've read many many more than three hundred, but I've written these wee write