It’s the Most Not Wonderful Time of the Year
It happens once a year. And here we have dove into it. We had no choice. We never do. After …
It happens once a year. And here we have dove into it. We had no choice. We never do. After …
Jack was a little bunny. He had a white fluffy tail, soft, colorful fur, and long fuzzy ears. He liked …
A guitar is a good friend. If you want it to be. Perhaps lover is a better word. (Lovers tend …
I’m fascinated by televangelists. Ninety-nine percent of them are going straight to hell if I have anything to say about …
I like my life. I really do. I’ve made out like a bandit: great family, cozy home, made it as …
Some people — many people, actually — scream a lot. They don’t necessarily make any noise or open their mouths; …
There used to be a jive-ass writer of self-help books named Peter McWilliams. He’s dead now. His books were always …
I don’t eat very much, or very well, for days at a time. What saves me is that my wife …
When I was 16, in July or August 1979, I bought the only Clash album in the Sound Shack, which …
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I used to be a news junkie. I loved being informed, loved editorials (so long as I agreed with them), …