“Good evening. I’m Mr. Wilson and I’ve come calling for Mrs. Molinari.” Francis didn’t know whether to shake the man’s hand or slug him in the gut.
Pets
The Eternal Optimism of Spring
Are you the kind of person that experiences a sunny spring day and feels a rush of irrational optimism?
An ode to the dog that nurtured me
Do we take care of our dogs or do they take care of us?
Death of a Saleswoman
My job dreams died when my interviewer informed me that I’d be selling toilet bowl bulbs and urinal screens…