They Just Don’t Make Them Like They Used To
I found myself in need of a laundromat this week. The reason is a story for another day. With the dirty clothes piling up, I needed to get the laundry…
An Open Mic Kind of Night
Poetry is older than the written word. They represent thoughts and emotions engraved into the very edges of our souls. We remember how a poem—even just a little snippet or…
Oh, How I Miss the Winter Wonderlands
I live in Arkansas. That means summer is already upon us…in February! The agony of running my air conditioning during the winter brings me considerable pain. I want snow. I…
When Do the Good Movies Show?
This year is not turning out to be an exciting year for cinema. I love movies on the big screen with the popcorn and the dim lights and the overstuffed…
Busy Sunday Morning
I stopped at a red light this past Sunday morning. It was pretty congested, but what I noticed was a young man trying to push his stalled Ford pickup through…
What’s In Your Record Player?
I like music. Simple. All kinds of music. Without a doubt, I can blame it on my parents, and I didn’t need to spend six months with an overpriced therapist.…
