Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy

When my ex-wife told me she would be back in Iowa headlining a concert, there was no question in my mind that I'd attend.  The date of t...

I've told people the stories, of the well-liquored crowd gathering in the Vegas streets as midnight approached, of the Elvis impersonato...

The first person in my life to die was Uncle Burr.  I don't even remember how old I was, but young enough that Mom decided it would be f...

In the online world, things get recommended to you for reasons you don't always understand (No, Amazon, I do not want the soundtrack to ...

As she started explaining the details of the chemo, my mind wandered, because that was my defense mechanism.  Anytime she talked as if she h...

The flimsy cardboard kitty carrier may not be strong enough to hold him if he starts to struggle.  Delmar is a very strong cat, and can be v...

It was burnoff season in the summer of 1980, when the Big 3 networks aired all the failed pilots and unloved theatrical releases to which th...