Someone has just snatched my purse!

Holding faith and a good conscience, which some having put away concerning faith have made shipwreck.

After Sam filled in my big block letters with the glitter, he unleashed his inner Jackson Pollock, wanging artful paint splatters everywhere.

The tale of Meade and Ms. Althouse is a cross between the studiedness of a Victorian epistolary courtship —a modern-day Robert Browning googling his dear Elizabeth Barrett — and the wackiness of 21st-century life online.