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 Eight Days to Amish: 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.
It is said great satire doesn’t mimic the times, it predicts them. I wrote the following “Last Baby Boomer” excerpt in 2004. It’s ...