My wife made the coffee this morning. When she handed me a cup, she winked at me. I was never so scared to drink something as I was at that moment.

I dropped a hardbound copy of “A Christmas Carol,” on my foot. It hurt like the dickens.

Recovering from a skull fracture, I was asked again by the Trooper to explain how I wrecked my truck. I consented, though I knew no one believed me. “My truck slid off the road because of the icy conditions and rolled down the hillside near the old Orphir mine,” I said. “I hit my head…

Standing there in my grief, I watched as she walked away from me and out of my life. I watched as the darkness of the night swallowed her up. Looking down, I studied the diamond ring that she had returned. It no longer held the shine that I remembered the day I gave it to…

It has been difficult for me to do any personal writing for the last few days. That is how busy I have been, writing for the two newspapers and attending holiday events. And no, I am not complaining. It has been ages since I’ve been invited to a dinner party or to attend a festive…

I don’t get nearly enough credit for all the things I manage not to say.

Do you know why God didn’t allow dogs to speak? To teach us that love and loyalty are demonstrated by actions and not words

I can’t believe it’s Omicron season already. I still have my Delta Variant decorations on display.

Wrapping Presents is Folding Laundry’s asshole cousin.

Home is where you trust the toilet seat.