Some measure their lives in teaspoons, but I measure mine in cat litter. My cats perform their piccoli bisogni in an air-conditioned sta...

Last week I bestowed my handbag upon the waters of Venice. The strap had snapped open as I was getting out of a boat. The contents spilled...

So I was writing the scene in which Catullus stammers out his first love poem to Clodia. I was residing in his head, writing with his hand,...