Exquisite Corpse

It was a hot summer day in 1910, when Mrs. Eva Doughty caught her stepson, Harold, scratching his name into the bricks of their brand new h...

Perhaps it would be a stretch to call it a modern reiteration of Gift of the Magi, but a few Christmases ago, Jim bought Leslie a TUSHY . U...

Henry would never move, because he’d have to get rid of things: furniture, personal effects, his salvage trove. His wife belittled the latte...

I hate packing, so I’m never moving again. My kids will have to pack up all my stuff when I’m gone. So I’ve said countless times. But that w...

Turns out there are only fourteen different calendar configurations: one for each day at the start of a regular year; another seven for leap...

Bee sat on my couch, looked up at our staircase and said, “Ah, geez, when you replacing that carpet?”      I thought I just did, but that wa...

Roy knows I hate missing deadlines. Maybe that’s from years of client work (I don’t miss that), or my Navy days (I do miss them), but I’m n...