Beverly Marsaw was a “tough old bird,” when I was kid, and I mean that as an utmost compliment. No one gave her shit because if they did, she gave it back and sometimes double. Sadly, she passed away just days before Thanksgiving at 98 years young. Honestly, I did not know much about her,…

“Write something fluffy and sweet,” his editor instructed. Tom nodded his head, “Can do.” Unfortunately, he knew more about what was happening behind the scenes than he cared to. But he didn’t tell his editor that. Now he was sitting on a lonely bench across from two separate groups of people, each comprised of his…

My Cousin Elmo says, “My therapist told me to write letters to the people I hate, then burn them, but I forgot what I was supposed to do with the letters.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “I told my wife I put the Christmas tree up myself. She asked if it hurt.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “While some women may have a camel toe, a Camel will never pussyfoot.”

She did everything one would do after moving into a haunted Victorian house. Elizabeth Dress smudged all the rooms, sprinkled the window sills and door frames with holy water, and had the local priest bless the home. About a month later, a light knocking came on the front door in the afternoon. When Elizabeth answered…

My wife usually makes the coffee, though she doesn’t drink it. Therefore, I don’t have much to do with the process unless the pot runs dry or batching for a few days. Then she shouted from the kitchen yesterday morning. “Honey, do you know where the coffee filters are?” she asks. “No,” I answer. “Are…

Several weeks ago, I wrote a small piece about the connection between the Mayor of Reno, Nev., and the monies received via smaller organizations connected to George Soros and the Chinese Communist Party, posting it to Facebook. Since then, I have had great difficulty because the hack attacks have been so furious that my computer…

My Cousin Elmo says, “I’m the kind of person that goes to a party — and makes friends with the dog.”

My wife came home yesterday afternoon with a joke she heard at the middle school where she works. “What gets dirty but stays clean?” she smiled. For a moment, she had me stumped, then I answered, “A body in a coffin!” The smile dropped from her lips, and a heavy furrow grew between her eyebrow.…