When you’re in the gymnasium during “Career Day” take a closer look. Things are different these days.
The same folding tables and chairs with earnest recruiters from the Fire Department and Police Department are still there, …

It was about the time that I began critiquing the fashion choices of our fellow passengers in the Long Beach Airport that I realized I may have reached my limit for what the brain could …

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Walt Whitman (1819–1892), “O …

My son and I went to New Orleans last January to visit his papa while he was working there for an extended period. The day before our flight, our son spiked with a fever of …

In this final chapter, our puppet dictator finds herself in a white trash nightmare of her own making…
The grass was bare. The shrubs scratched to the roots. The plants either eaten by chickens, or merely …

Our protagonist discovers that since the flock is absent a real rooster, she has become its proxy…
The flock was coming into maturity. They were almost full size at five months, so their enormous feet were …

When last we left our heroine, she was blindly and stupidly chasing after chicks through her Garden Paradise…
Our chicks. Four girls, built of feathers and destruction. They were, according to the flock hierarchy:
Mimi, a Cuckoo …

When last we left our story, Garbanzo the rooster had been placed in a new home by the hair of his wattles….
In the meantime, the chicks were growing. The brooder in the basement had been …

I got new glasses. Not just any glasses, either, but the ones that announce the onset of deterioration. The ones that say, “The eyes are tired now; next stop: doddering.” I’m sad about the glasses …

New and unusual designs from a roving band of lagomorph gangsters.

Where does one begin? With the mortgage debacle, days to closing on the new house and learning that we may not be approved for one of our loans? Or maybe the movers dropping our furniture …

A few weeks ago, my husband decided to read the real estate listings so that we might live vicariously through others by visiting open houses. It’s a hobby we picked up after we bought our …

Dear Bun,
LET GO OF MY LEG! Just for a minute or two. Just long enough for me to keep this scorching hot pan from sailing down on your head or at least long enough …

Back before I joined the club with the lowest standards for membership (“Just forget to wear your rubbers!”), I used to go out socially once in a while.
One night a few years ago, we went …