A Matter of Taste

“My chicken tastes weird,” my wife said.  “Could it be the marinade?” I asked.  “No. Taste it and see.” So, I did. The chicken was bad.  Sighing, I looked for waitress, but she was nowhere to be found. Another waitress happened to be walking down the...

Kissed By a Ghost

I was working out in my old college gym with my friend Eliza, surreptitiously glancing at the shapely backside she’d honed from running five miles a day. Hey, I’m only human.  “Want to go for a jog after this?” she said while powering through some bicep...

Juicy

“Daddy,” Natalie said from the back of the car – which seems to be the place all our deep conversations start – “How do you make a baby?”  “How do you think it gets there?” I countered. So much for a quiet ride home.  “Kissing? Through your...

People Can Surprise You

A couple of months back, one of my co-workers stuck her head into my office and said, “There’s a guy downstairs wearing a skull mask walking around videotaping people.”  “What?” I replied.  “He’s scaring the shit out of everyone.”  “Aren’t the police...

Frankly, my dear….

“Daddy,” my daughter said, from the backseat of the car. “Something’s bothering me.”  “What is it, honey?”  “The lady at church said most people go to – can I say a bad word?”  “Go ahead.”  “H-E-L-L.”  “She said most people are going to...

A Mother’s Day You’ll Never Forget

It was Mother’s Day and my wife had just finished her celebratory breakfast when our neighbor knocked on our door.  “Sorry to bother you,” he said, studiously oblivious to the fact I was in my bathrobe, “But there’s a big raccoon in your yard.”  “That’s...

Valentine’s Day Eve

“That’ll be two hundred and thirty- five dollars, please,” the clerk said to the man ahead of me.   “You take Amex?” he asked.  “Yes, sir.” Then, after computers ascertained the man’s credit worthiness, the clerk handed him a bag filled with enough...

Eating At The Bar

“The parking lot is packed,” my wife, said. “It doesn’t look good.”  “I’ll go inside and see,” I said. “You never know.”  “I’ll wait out here.”  Upon entering the restaurant, I went up to the hostess, “I know it’s a longshot.  But do...

No Rush

“Daddy,” my daughter asked me, yet again, from the backseat of the car, “I want to talk about that thing.”  “It’s called puberty, Natalie,” I said. “You can say the word.”  “It’s a funny word.”  “It’s from a Latin word. They all sound funny. But lots of...

Who Do I Look Like?

“Daddy,” my daughter asked me from the backseat of the car, “Who do you look like?” “I look like me,” I said.  “No, I mean what famous person do you look like?”  “Mom says I look like Matt Damon.”  “Whose Matt Damon?”  “A famous actor.”  “Do...