The chalk and crayon marking the plain maple surface might resemble a compass to the uninitiated, but it was supposed to be a means of focusing our psychic energy.
Frank's replacement habit for obsessively reading dictionaries was doing the New York Times Crossword.
A friend of ours called it spuddling - not getting on with the task, working feebly.
Have you ever marched up to someone significant in your life, greeted them warmly, and had them struggle to remember who you are?
My wonky right eye has caused no end of trouble for me.
Hidden among the cobwebs in many family attics are the ghostly remains of Granpa and Granma's wild past.
The Grey Menace liked going into class with me almost as much as he enjoyed parties.
In college, I had a professor who had his lecture notes bound in leather. Two things were unfortunate about this: first, the paper was plain yellow legal pad paper - not a very durable choice. But more importantly, he had decided that his lectures were immutable, perfect, and never needed changing.
Scent is a very personal thing; to some, the right scent is a melody of pleasure
Listening to Lucrezia, you'd learn that her family was a long line of scryers and clairvoyants.