You were an afterthought at best; the antipasti to my Ciceri e Tria. I had my sights firmly set on the land of the free, the home of the brave. Read More
The moans grew louder and sounded more like distress calls than sexual sounds, and considering Marie’s lack of socializing I immediately ruled out a late-night caller. Read More
Justin Robertson on car ownership: "People (including golfing widows) who sell cars don’t tell you what you need to hear, they tell you what you want to hear. Sometimes we’re oblivious to any red flags." Read More
Then I saw the dentist lurking in the background, circling around his empty space like a Great White shark. He looked, shall we say, displeased. Read More
This week two readers sent in queries on how to deal with a friend involved with a pyramid scheme and the etiquette behind tipping a homeless man offering to dry your hands inside a bar bathroom Read More