14 Fictions for Surviving Snowpocalypse 2014

When ice turns into vapor without melting first, it’s called sublimation. I wonder what it’s called when millions of Americans murmur a collective complaint, our breath huffing out in white clouds, which waft upward, merge, and dump deathflakes on us. Again. Snowpocalypse. Snowmaggedon. Snowzilla. Snoverkill. Call it what you will, I am weary of it. [Read More…]