Although we lived right on the Ohio River, in Wellsburg, West Virginia, our dad was not a fisherman. He wasn’t a hunter either, but that’s another story. Somehow my brother Mark became a fisherman, of sorts. Maybe he had some friends who fished. Probably they just liked hanging out on the forbidden riverbank, I know… Continue reading The Worms Turn
I make my dinner menu for the week and the shopping list to go with it on Monday. I shop on Tuesday. My friends make fun of me. (“How do you know on Monday what you’ll want to eat on Friday?” they ask. “Easy,” I say. “I’ll want to eat whatever’s on the menu for… Continue reading Stop and Smell the Fish
I never wanted to be a teacher. My mother made me become one. I didn’t know what I wanted to become, anything but a teacher, I guess. I would think about what I wanted to become, but I’d get sidetracked by what I wanted. I wanted two things: my own apartment (probably because I had… Continue reading Anything but a Teacher!