Stories of this life gone astray
My adventures in writing
Come on. You know this!
There is no other word for meatballs but meatballs. I tried, but it started sounding dirty, even to me.
“Oh, come on, now, don’t be like that. A penny for your thoughts.”
So what should I do with all of the hair not on my head?
Have you ever found your life imitating art?
Mountain cedar pollen is back in our neck of the woods.
David told me this morning that I’ve cost us something like $80 a month.
If you died up on Mount Everest, would you want your body left there?