by Robert Lee Haycock | Sep 19, 2016 | Humor, poetry
Fossils Arranged Numbered Measured Dead Yet sometimes of a late night we like to dance around the store room and watch ourselves gavotte. We whisper stories one to another of our fleshly selves before the landslides of life overwhelmed us and of how petrified we were...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Aug 29, 2016 | Essays, Humor |
I’d never had surgery before, so I was uncertain what to expect when I walked through the doors of the Tahoe Forest Ambulatory Surgery complex in Truckee last week. It was 6 a.m. I was past being nervous at that point. I found myself determined, grateful, and open to...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Jul 5, 2016 | Essays, Humor |
Growing up, gifts were important to us. We didn’t have much money; it was the thought that counted. My parents’ birthdays and Mother’s Day and Father’s day were particularly important. That’s where the liquid powder comes in. I was nine...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Jun 22, 2014 | Essays, Humor |
When I was a little girl, I’d sometimes think that my mother had been replaced with either a realistic robot or a CIA spy. I’d imagine this on those occasions when she was stern or grouchy (or both). I used the word mean at the time, just as my children...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Feb 26, 2012 | Humor |
“Sunday morning You’re doing your thing And I am doing mine Speaking words More a formality Cuz we can feel we Are of one mind Sunday morning” –Ani DiFranco I got up a little before the man today, ground up the last of the coffee that was out...
