Should I be Worried that I’m Not Worried
Hello folks, let's chat…Not a day goes by that my email box isn’t flooded with things I’m supposed to be worrying about. Many of these concerns have a Chicken Little feel, only these people know the sky is falling because their “mother’s sister’s cousin-in-law’s uncle’s aunt had X and Y happen to them so this isn’t just a forward and you had best pass it
Say That Again
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Playing Chase with a Confused Cool Hand Luke
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This Isn’t a Political Column, Unless It Is
Hello folks, let’s chat…Has anyone seen Bubba? He went “off the grid”— his words— as soon as the whole spy thing started. The last time I saw the boy I was trying to tell him there was nothing to worry about but he kept shushing me and pointing to the dishwasher. “What now?” I asked. Bubba motioned to me to follow him out to the dock. Once
Bubba the Chess Boxer
Hello folks, let’s chat…~smile~ Bubba has found a new sport and true to form, the overgrown kid is all in. It’s called chess boxing, a competition that combines the brainy game of chess with the brawny sport of boxing. The sport was born across the big pond but it has since made it to America, and to Bubba. Let me be clear. This worries me.
Bubba the Chess Boxer
Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Belle of All Things Southern is concerned about Bubba's new sport, chess boxing.
“Running Bear Goldstein Flys High”
I once heard it said that a writer is an eavesdropper with the instincts of a peeping Tom. I wouldn’t go that far, but I will admit that there’s a hint of truth to the quote. The only way I could possibly quit gathering stories would be to wear blinders and earplugs and something tells me that I could still pick up a few whoppers.