The Fox strolled in, bound down by chain The rabbits and rats, thrushes and cats Cried high for blood, for such to fall like rain.   Slammed the gavel of stone, the Stag Magistrate “Silence...

Kids are picky, especially when it comes to food.  At least, that was the way my siblings and I were, growing up.  It is hard to remember a night when we didn’t look at our dinner plates and grimace. ...

I had come to know her well; her husband and my dad coached a softball team together, and she was always present on the bleachers of every game. She didn’t say much, but she did not need to. She was...