Gabriella was on a day of repose and he was alone in his shop that morning worrying over some small detail of...
“Tell me what?” Mother demanded. I elbowed my little brother hard in the ribs in the...
He had asked the man at the desk if he knew where there was a shop close by, but the man did...
This article originally appeared in The DogHouse Manifesto on October 27th, 2012. In view of some recent events, I have decided to re-run...
After dinner the two of them lingered around the table and sipped a coffee while Franco enjoyed his once a day vice,...
The church house, that’s what everyone called it, sat snugly if quietly and dangerously on the corner of Lexington Street at Jefferson....
“What the hell do you want?” He shouted as he threw the door open. I stumbled back...
In the big book of the DHMF, (Doghouse Manifesto) Chapter 16, entitled: ACCEPTABLE BEVERAGES FOR THE MAN IN YOUR LIFE- there listed...
I was raised by a real man in a time of real men. Now, that’s not to say I didn’t have a...
Martin opened the glass doors and stepped into the foyer. To the right was a statuette about four feet high of a...
I had found my way into the garage, otherwise known as The Doghouse ‘Cell Block- East;’ trustees are generally allowed to move...
I was busy at work in The Doghouse, but I wasn’t ‘in’ the doghouse, if you know what I mean. Lately, I...
Traditional vows of commitment don’t necessitate a traditional relationship. The beauty of marriage “a la carte” is that you don’t have to...