My dad had been a widower for five years when he remarried to Nadine. Some people in the family were shocked, because she’s black and we’re not, but she’s a nice lady and she makes the old man happy. Anyway, it’s the 90s and time to put that racist bullshit out to pasture. Of course,
“I had that dream again last night,” Ed told his best friend Joey. “The one with that girl?” questioned Joey, “What was her name again? Terri? Toni?” “Tina. Her name was Tina. I just can’t get her out of my mind. It’s weird, Joe, she seems so…real. Maybe I’m just going nuts.” This was the
“Mark! I’m over here!” I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband’s attention. It was useless though; he couldn’t hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn’t noticed our booth when he walked past. “Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?” A sweaty, overweight man stood beside
I stood outside the cabin and watched a trio of Canadian Geese ducking for grubs or whatever it is that Canadian geese duck for. They foraged in the scrub grass right at the edge of the woods, keeping a watchful eye on their watcher. One of them honked and I honked back, feeling not the
About a year after Rita and I married, I came home one afternoon and found our friend Randy’s VW bus in the driveway. I didn’t think too much about it since Randy and I were good friends. When I came in, Randy and Rita were in the living room. We chatted a bit and then