The Devil's Gift

First they came for undocumented criminals. Then they came for undocumented field workers. Then they came for foreign students.

Dung beetles eat four times their weight every day. They leave no poop behind.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give this world all of its beauty?

Last Sunday one of my readers “unsubscribed.” I was shocked when I found out why.

Last Sunday Paula and I crossed the Potomac River to check out the Smoketown Brewery in Brunswick, Maryland

I ran into an old friend I haven’t seen for serveral years and for whom time has been unkind. I silently gasp.

The Devil dropped by for a visit. Where’ve you been? I asked. Oh, the usual places, he replied.

One of my readers urged me to weigh in on the latest church foolery. Which one? The one in Arizona. I looked it up.

I’m a word junky but I never hear of “gruntled.”

A disgruntled subscriber called me. I usually ignore unknown callers, but now and then I play Russian roulette.