Driving your Parents

I stopped at a yellow light. In most states, you’re supposed to do that. Not in New Jersey. Ever. I held my breath as I watched the truck behind me screech to a halt. My father watched too. He wasn’t going to say anything, but when I mentioned my mistake...

O Tannenbaum

Poor Christmas tree. Thy branches are bald. Thy needles carpet our floor. It was sad to heave you out the door. But at least you didn’t shed manure. That was a nice improvement. Growing Christmas trees was supposed to be a fun tradition, like a big Hallmark...