The linear progression of time is coming apart as two friends leave for the new state of Jefferson to become pot growers. A veteran army of tree sitters occupies the last stand of old-growth redwoods while under their feet a battle between good and evil is brewing with dire consequences for all of reality. A gentleman farmer mourns his departed wife when the devil appears and sparks a new resolve to rebuild his shattered life. A wayward soul is reincarnated at pivotal points of California's past, acquiring the experiences needed to help set things straight. One word: Sasquatch!

Fables in Frames argues that the increased interest in the fables of La Fontaine during the nineteenth century resulted largely from the activities of artists, who offered the seventeenth-century fables new contexts for a post-Revolution age. First in caricature and book illustration and later in Salon painting, artists transformed the fables to comment on contemporary issues. The goal of this study is to tackle the general issue of why La Fontaine's fables appeared in art at all during the nineteenth century and to explore the specific questions of how certain artists made those texts culturally normative.

According to my grandma, a broken clock being right twice a day meant that in any given situation, perfect timing only happens twice. I fell for William Grayson in a matter of minutes. The connection between us was undeniable, but our timing was off. I was dating someone and by the time I was single again, he was taken. And a year later, when we finally got together, it was clear that we were soulmates. But circumstances out of our control cut our time short. We were a little older, a little wiser, when our paths crossed again. I was entering a new phase of independence in both my career and my life. He was growing professionally and moving to a new city. And even though our timing was off, it was still clear that we were soulmates. But for the second time, circumstances out of our control cut our time short. My grandma was a wise woman, but my love life taught me that there's no such thing as perfect timing. There's just timing... Because nothing is perfect. There's just right now... Because tomorrow isn't promised. For as long as we'd known each other, William and I just wanted to be together. It was as simple and as complicated as that.