In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
An incident in youth never meant to happen recorded on a pad to be read another time
They’ve been married 50 years and never a sorry day, Wally likes to say. Melba’s been a great wife but she’s very sick and doctors sa…
I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly
When I was eight I jumped off a roof as if I had a parachute and broke a leg. He was there when I landed,
Willie has mixed emotions about homeless Syrians coming to America but his wife Millie says we should take them in.
Heaven’s Sake or maybe Hell No. Even if we weigh a ton our body’s not a problem
Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.
Hillary was at the podium setting the record straight for people who have a problem with the tone of her voice. She said when Bill was
We have a drop-off problem in Ame… We must decide which restroom one can use when nature beckons. So far, tumult reigns among the pe… If we declare both genders equal
Wally Anderson, father of three daughters, was not pleased after reading an email from Shelly, his eldest, a week before Father’s Day. He thought she might be coming to visit for the ho...
“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.
After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm
I told my wife the other night when she came back to bed my feet were cold so now’s the time for me to tell her not to bury me or burn me