The Tasting Game

Yesterday, hearing screaming and pounding feet from the upstairs of my home, I found my two sons spraying each other with bottles of some type of cleaning fluid.  Equally horrified and terrified, I screamed so loud that my throat felt the effects for some time after.  “You could KILL each other!  That is POISON. What are youContinue reading “The Tasting Game”

Call Me Ishmael

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/call-me-ishmael/ Standing amid the neon lights of our town’s Memorial Day fair, I spotted a small tow headed figure in the distance, waving furiously to me with one hand while clutching something I could not quite make out in the other. As he approached, I spotted a small plastic bag held tightly in his fistContinue reading “Call Me Ishmael”