Terry Nichols
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Dancing Like Shirley
“No way!” I screamed inside. “No way you’re getting this mature lady on stage with all these experienced tappers, performing in front of a live audience.” Continue reading
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Whoopee!
Aunt Lily was portly and white-crowned–the sweetest thing, and she was family, who deserved respect. Time to bring out the whoopee cushion. Continue reading
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Belly Dance Debut
I looked at our geriatric audience. Most were in wheelchairs. One woman was snoozing with her mouth open. Another was strangely gurgling. Continue reading
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Song Blessing in Madurai
The woman I’d met just ten minutes earlier smiled, lowered her eyelids, and began to sing–from a place that transcended the human who sat beside me. Continue reading
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A Palm Reader Tells Me Stuff
About that time I was thinking this is really outlandish. There’s no way someone can make such a specific prediction and have it come true. What’s going on here? But I did not stop the session. Continue reading
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What’s Happening in Your Fridge?
Soon you have an alien something oozing a toxic goo, crawling and dripping on the walls and shelves. Continue reading
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Packrat Den Demolition
I reached the sanctum sanctorum. A perfect ball of fluff made from a piece of jeans insulation interwoven with black cat hairs. The hole hollowed out of the center provided a soft and warm place for the architect to sleep. Continue reading
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Tillie Tarantula
I gasped. Didn’t he know? Courting a female tarantula requires finesse! Ted was showing no finesse. He was acting like a horny teenager. Continue reading
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