I asked if she was sure she’d be going to heaven and not the other place.
I didn’t tell her that 10 minutes ago I’d considered slathering her in steak sauce and shoving her out the car door to meet Sparky the pit bull.
No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)
(811 words) I remain charmed by the many crayon keepsakes friends and readers have bestowed on me over the past three years. Each wa...