• Praeteritus Puer

    Sadly a friend with whom I went to high school, lost her child to murder. My heartache left me thinking how there’s not a word for such a loss. After all, a wife becomes a widow, a husband a widower and children are known as orphans. But what of parents left behind? So I began…

  • After eating two full boxes of Alpha-Bits cereal, I’m expecting a rather large, but consonant vowel movement.

  • LinkedIn. Worst. Dating. App. Ever.

  • Double Talking

    “Well, there’s my favorite disc jockey,” she said as she continued wiping down the bar. He laughed, “That’s why I keep coming back – you know how to feed my ego.” “You’re here awfully early, aren’t you?” “Yeah, wanna get a jump on licking my wounds.” “That don’t sound good.” “Maybe not, maybe it is…

  • If you’re lost in the wilderness, start talking about politics — someone will find you in order to start an argument.

  • The Older Ways

    They called him a ‘Luddite,’ because he shied away from power tools, preferring instead to maintain the older ways of the square, the handsaw, nails and hammer. For eight weeks straight, eight hours a day, he measured, he cut, he pounded – placing each nail with precise care. He’d heard their remarks, the teasing, the…

  • What I wouldn’t give for a day of drinking beer as an adult in the tree fort I built as a kid.

  • The little boy next door wanted to know why the snow was yellow. I told him that the sun is melting.

  • Papa John 3:16 — “Thou shalt not wear high-heels if your feet look like pizza crust.”

  • Their Bones

    He’d been a purely dangerous man in earlier years, but a good woman and married life had settled him down. He raised cattle now and led packing strings through the Sierra passes for pay. She begged him to stay, but he refused, knowing the Basque herders had been cut-off from town by the consortium. And…