“I love your bib overalls,” she said as she joined her husband and I as we talked about the evenings rodeo events. “Thank you,” I responded. “I used to wear them as a kid,” added. “So did I,” I smiled, “Did you wear sneakers with them all the time, too?” “Yup,” she chuckled, “And a…

Most writers say coffee is their go-to drink, while many of the famous ones are alcoholics.

The problem for Bill wasn’t that he couldn’t write, it was that he couldn’t find the right words. So he decided to develop a computer code that would create poetry, love sonnets that would be sure to have Betsy swooning in no time. Writing code was easy, so was offering up definitions and explanations to…

I do, do I?

Carefree, sounds so simple, But it really isn’t simple at all. Harder still, simply being free to care.

“Really?” Ernie complained after Candy had leaned in through the car window and kissed Tim and whispered something in his ear. Tim had shook his head ‘yes’ in response. “What?” Tim laughingly asked, know full well where Ernie was heading with his comment. “You willingly kissed that dog-face!” Ernie exclaimed. “Yeah, I did,” Tim shot…

It is far easier to control a wild Mustang’s head, than it is to fully control one’s life.

That chanting, that chanting which I cannot get it out of my head: “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.” I’ve heard it several time now, while listening to stories written by H. P. Lovecraft. Why does it draw me such? And what does it mean? Though I have no idea what is being said, it…

far too much toothache too much whiskey for this pain fair-weather friends are free