It’s All In the Genes
Hanging out at the miniature golf course really paid off. When I was in my freshman and sophomore years at university, each weekend was pretty consistent. I had already been…
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…