I kept seeing the news stories about the murders on TV. They were all over the evening news, as perfectly coiffed anchorwomen with makeup applied thick as Spackle with a trowel seriously discussed the body of another missing, drug- addled prostitute, her skin pockmarked, eyes dead, hair unkempt. The media always said they were younger than they ( Read more... )

My grandmother is dying ( Read more... )

Caution - this post may be triggering.Joey threw dirt at Rosie when she was little ( Read more... )

Dear Joan ( Read more... )

The phone call came in the middle of the night. I knew it was important because of the ring tone I had set for Elizabeth from the agency, something called "Old Phone" that I downloaded off of Zedge. It wasn't one of those cute ringtones that blends into your dreams, it was a "I mean business" tone, and it was ringing right now at this precise ( Read more... )

"Daddy, can you come play with me ( Read more... )

The package showed up on the front porch at about three in the afternoon. He had expecting it, so when he heard the thump on the front door from the UPS man, he roused himself off the couch, turned off the ball game, pulled a slightly dirty t-shirt on - he didn't want the neighbors to catch a glimpse of his hairy beer belly when he opened the door ( Read more... )

The nice part of not having anything is that when you get divorced, there's nothing to argue over. Because half of nothing is - you guessed it - still nothing ( Read more... )

Hindsight's 20/20, but I'm nearly going blind...The plaintive voice of Randy Travis fills the cab of the old red and black pickup as Jane opens the door and slides in, kicking away stray bits of hay that she had stirred up with her entry into the truck. Joe looked over at her, grins, touches the tip of his finger to his old straw cowboy hat, and ( Read more... )