But today is probably a good day to start, since she fired the first of what will probably be a volley that won’t stop for quite some time. You see, what I’ve learned over the years and not just from her is that she’s quite like a bulldog when she fights, and a lot like ...
We collapse under the weight of their nightmares, except we don’t. We stand up straight, we look them in the eyes and smile and say “nothing! Let’s make banana bread!” when they see the faraway look and ask us what we’re thinking. This week goes down in history as the week that lasted a year. I ...
Sometimes the monster is in the next room disguised as a teddy bear, and the fangs come out so fast that even if you are listening you don’t even have time to play it over again in your head before the teddy bear bites your child the second time and you hear the bear hit ...
I’ve often considered laying my rifle upon my knees so that when the hawk comes back, as he’s done for several weekends now, I can shoot him. I’ve never shot a living thing before but it occurs to me that this is perhaps as good a time as any. The hawk circles, tightly—between my house ...
I wanted to ride down to the jiffy and get a 40 so I could pour some out on the ground in Steve’s honor today, but I’ll just splash some coffee on the floor instead. We get older. We make do. Sorry Steve. I hope they don’t have grudges in heaven. When my husband was ...