Melanie was in a bit of a pickle. Her guests were due in mere minutes, and she still had several action items with which to dispense. She found this predicament to be annoyingly distressful, especially since she had planned her preparatory agenda down to the most microscopic detail, […]
Left to right… Sophia: “Picture it. Sicily, 1920. A beautiful young woman is running naked through a field of golden flowers. These things happen when you have chianti for breakfast. The woman pauses to let the sun glisten on her perky bazoombas, when suddenly she is propositioned by […]
Cleo the Cat: “What the hell are we looking at?” Scotch the Cat: “Oh, that’s right. You’re new around here. I forgot. I forget a lot of things. I once forgot that if the toy-let seat is up you can’t use it as a long-ching pad to get […]
And so it was that we recently traveled to Pecos, New Mexico. (The beloved faithful readers of this blog are fully aware of such an adventure, as I have babbled about it for several posts now, to the point that I’m sure some of you are all “so […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Initially, the room was in stunned silence following Buford’s pronouncement that he wished to serve the Lord via a midlife career change, and then the chaos descended. “Now you’re my favorite son!” squealed Granny Crown, hurling herself into Buford’s […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Momma Crown sighed for the twenty-second time that day as she entered the living room and approached her mother-in-law, who was standing at the picture window in the front of the room. “Tell me, Mother,” she queried, “why is […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Before Momma Crown could counsel her child that it was entirely possible to be popular without being a miniature slut, there was a clatter as Granny Crown traipsed into the kitchen from the living room. “Mother!” exclaimed Momma Crown. […]
Editor’s Note: Here’s a little series that I usually run every year about this time on one of my blogs. Since it hasn’t made a fresh appearance on this blog since 2013, I thought it might be time for a revisit. Enjoy. Little Harley Crown was sitting […]
I answered the front door. “Yes?” A man stood there, clipboard in hand and tool belt on waist. “I’m here to fix your water heater.” Hallelujah. I immediately worshipped this man and all he stood for, nearly dropping to my knees and kissing his booted feet for finally […]
University of Tulsa. 1984, maybe 1985. Let’s call it the winter of 84-85, because it was cold. Inhumanely cold. Certain death if not adequately protected while outside, that sort of cold. I’m sure the lovely folks in Canada would scoff at our misery, judging us as inferior amateurs […]
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