Belle and Sebastian played in my office, while I got ready for this weekend's convention. I zipped up my backpack, stood up, and stretched. I made that ughh noise that, as a child, I always associated with old people. I walked a couple steps across the room and sat down at my desk to look at the...

Friday afternoon, Anne, Storm, and I walked up the street in Seattle toward a towering red brick building. Next to the kind of ancient metal fire escape that inspires poets to write about life in the city, a sign was painted on the side of the building. It identified the building as a theater, th...