Fish Stories
When I was four, I was given two goldfish on Valentine’s Day; Stripe and Spot. One morning a few weeks later only Spot, twice his usual size, was in the bowl. When I asked Mom what happened she said, “When … Continue reading
When I was four, I was given two goldfish on Valentine’s Day; Stripe and Spot. One morning a few weeks later only Spot, twice his usual size, was in the bowl. When I asked Mom what happened she said, “When … Continue reading
Whenever I think of Texas I am reminded of that awful overnight layover in Houston in 2000 that ended with me wedged in a crowded terminal with a slow-talking couple and their large brood named Faith, Justice, Liberty, Freedom, and … Continue reading