A Post Card

If you knew Uncle Sal, the card made perfect sense. My uncle was a cabbie in New York. Boisterous and loud, he loved being the center of attention. Loved hearing his own voice, delivering one-line zingers so fast his audience couldn’t catch their breath. His laughter booming around the room like a cannon ball. Continue reading

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Sparring with the Stars

We needed some bread and were out of milk, so I stepped out to go to the grocery store. I told Mike he had to finish his homework before he could play any video games or watch TV. He yelled, “Whatever, mom!” I rolled my eyes and walked out the door to the garage. Continue reading