Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

I could write about our country's crying need to grow up for Pete's sake! , but I don't think that's gonna happen any time s...

Satan came in the middle of the night, when the cancer-pain was at its worst. "How's it going?" he asked. "Same same....

Down the bloodslick road we tumble from the midden to the sea; you say you are set to rumble, well, me buckos, so are we. You have axes, lon...

 Today's post was supposed to be quite different from what you'll read below. It was to deal with the dichotomy of using humour to f...

Barb got a haircut the other day, and we really had a bit of a disagreement about  the chosen style. Haircuts should telegraph character and...