The telephone rang. I answered it. It was my friend, Tony. “Hey man, are you still in the Doghouse, or...
The day of dad’s Memorial Service was very long. I mean, funerals are already difficult enough to navigate for the socially awkward…...
I was raised by a real man in a time of real men. Now, that’s not to say I didn’t have a...
In 1971, there was a local character in my neighborhood named, Mr. Bidwell, who walked to and from the little grocery on...
There are four ways out of the DogHouse. You can be good- okay, we both know that’s not going to happen- you...
Two thousand years ago, a child was born and it was a miracle. The child was Jesus Christ, the Messiah, the Son...
I cradled the telephone to my ear with my shoulder as I took my notes: “It’s...
I have been good all week- that is to say, I haven’t screwed up any more than usual, but don’t get me...
Billy Barker was a hapless child. Everybody knows one. Everybody grew up with one. He’s the kid whose head is misshapen, whose...
My telephone rang at 6:30 am. No one calls me at that hour except for two people and only for one of...
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She snuggled in next to me, nuzzled the nape of my neck, nibbled my left ear lobe, which sent a shiver to...
I’m scribbling this with my left hand, holding a penlight in my teeth as I try and shove Eightball’s ass out of...