Heaven’s newest–and worst–television comedy. “Mom, I’m home,” Fidel yelled, closing the double doors of the ranch house behind him.
A Thanksgiving Short Story Fit For A King
Last night I had one of those dreams that clarifies everything.
A story so ridiculous that I barely had to make it up.
Have Americans always been so enamored with guns? Maybe this long lost script for a once popular radio show will tell us.
“When did we get a new dog?” Amy said.
We’re closing in on the end of Rock Briscoe’s first mission. Only one more installment!
General Rance Templeton burst into the Oval Office like a frantic general bursting into an elliptically-shaped room. “Mr. President,” he growled, his voice thick with whiskey, cigars, and other manly stuff. “It’s […]
The following story has nothing to do with Why It Matters, but it needs a home. It had one once, many years ago in a literary magazine that is long out of print. […]