Lighter stories played for laughs.
My husband has watched me lose the same pie contest to the same woman for twenty-two years, and every single August he tells me the... 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
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
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