Lighter stories played for laughs.
The first thing I saw that Saturday was a man I had never met standing in my iris bed, drinking a beer, at nine in... Read more
My new neighbor kept running over my trash cans until his own Cadillac finally paid me back My name is Hollis Barnett, and for thirty-one... Read more
The first shot of the war was fired over a chain-link fence on Maple Street in August of the year my husband died, when my... Read more
I have owned a smartphone for four years, and I want it on record that in all four of those years, my thumb has been... Read more
My name is Wilma, I am fifty-eight years old, and until one Saturday in October I would have told you there was nothing left in... Read more
The first shot of the war was fired over a chain-link fence on Maple Street in August of the year my husband died, when my... Read more
It was 6:52 on a Tuesday morning in the second week of March when I stood in my own kitchen in my long johns and... Read more
There was a plaster gnome standing in the middle of my peony bed with a chip out of his pointed hat and a grin like... Read more
There is a particular sound a bingo dauber makes when you slam it down on a card just a little harder than you need to,... Read more
We bought it as a joke. That is the part I have to start with, because it is the part I am most ashamed of... Read more