Here’s a “game” I dare you to play with me. Read the three small stories, below. Two of them are true. One is false. In the comment section, guess which one is the False story (and the reason you think it never happened). The one with the right answer and the most clever reason of why the story must be false, wins a copy of my romantic thriller, The Right Wrong Man, in paperback. (Thank you, Vanessa-Jane Chapman, for the idea!) Continue reading
Author: roughwighting
A Summer Sendoff
A month of humid and
Undulating heat that
Gushes over us like rock
Under a waterfall until we Continue reading
If it’s not too late
I’ll drive cross country by myself in a comfy car
and stop every day at some spot of Americana:
the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone and Yosemite, of course.
If it’s not too late.
The Softest Thing
I have a friend who refuses to change diapers. He’ll hold and cuddle. He’ll change the baby’s clothes. He’ll help with the laundry and vacuuming, but change a diaper? There he puts his foot down – NO.
I beg to change diapers. Me!! Me! Let me! I have to tone down my enthusiasm so my family doesn’t think I’m too strange. But what could be better than changing a newborn’s diaper? Continue reading
Hail Hail to Bird Calls
Jim Davis/Boston Globe staff.
New England experienced some exquisite, exciting, and potentially perilous storms this week.
I expected them…because of the birds. Continue reading
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