My grandmother — bless her soul — was a bit of an eccentric. She once showed me…
On a morning walk in a town I hate because you’re gone, I happen upon the…
At the backyard cookout, the beef patties look like little pink brains, flattened into…
This is this first entry in my goal of writing at least 100 words a day for 100 days. Let’s see how this goes (these…