Meet Willy Fargo, My Friendly Neighborhood Loan Shark. When Simple Things Become Impossible. The Blue Corn Snob Chips War. Silent, but deadly, Auction. Scene from a Young Marriage. A Trip to the Museum. The Petty Humiliations of Love. No, You Clean the Litter Box! Did You Check the Freshness Date? I Really Liked That Girl. What is She Saying When She Says IKEA? My ca.

I Met a Goat on the Road. Recipes of Trailside Cafe and Tea Room. Notes of a Piano Tuner. The Journal of Admiral Wade.

Notificaciones y enlaces Programa de Ciencia Política, Gobierno y Relaciones Internacionales.

I wrote a guest post for the Criminal Element blog about where my fascination with obituaries comes from and I thought it would be fun to share it HERE. An Obituary for My Modesty.

Gloves are measured in ounces.

Humor at the Speed of Life. The Most Outlandish Tale About Anxiety and Depression Ever Told. How did this blog happen? June 26, 2017. We all have skeletons in our closet. Mine just happens to be wearing a red thong.

Last week, we met Ellen, Pheonix, Alison and Don. Sounds like the perfect prescription for any psychic pricks.

Lies Jack Kerouac told Me. I think most of us would admit we have enough stuff too much, probably. That my house is merely a pile of stuff with a cover on it. And yet, we always seem to be on the lookout for more. The email rolled in about a week ago. This Saturday, 7am! The line inches forward at an .

Just Left Awkward, Suddenly Approaching Old. I have no idea how that happened. I Was Late to the Revolution. My sophomore year in college continued in the tradition of my freshman year. Socially, I was golden. Academically, I counted on short bursts of manic studying with equal parts dumb luck and using my charm whenever I could. By spring, I was squeaking by. There was a crowd fixated on the television there.