Many moms now have dad bods. They have seen the light, the joylessness of being toothpicks.
My Dad's birthday was on Halloween. I think it was a relief.
Great Pumpkin: To take it away this year, of all years, seems especially wrong.
The Greeks have a word for all this: Anagnorisis. It's when, in the heat of a moment, a character discovers his true identity.
Like Poe, I raise a glass of ale, filled “with mingled cream and amber,” and toast this cozy little place.
As I update the house – perhaps for the last time – I am accumulating home expenses as if they are massive gambling debts.
When we flipped the old couch to haul it out, it produced $425.25 in loose nickels, 11 socks, a Yanni CD and a lavender brassier
Give me my couch any old time – my spaceship to the moon.
The wall colors are changing. And the dog is stealing Halloween decor. Welcome to October.
They make me wistful, these photos, and I am not a wistful man.