“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.”
Aunt Lily was portly and white-crowned–the sweetest thing, and she was family, who deserved respect. Time to bring out the whoopee cushion.
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.
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.
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.
What’s Happening in Your Fridge?
Soon you have an alien something oozing a toxic goo, crawling and dripping on the walls and shelves.
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.
Metaphysical Notions in 12 Words
Searching bright pinpricks high, connecting patterns, skimming the plunge of dark mysteries.
I gasped. Didn’t he know? Courting a female tarantula requires finesse! Ted was showing no finesse. He was acting like a horny teenager.
When a Pronghorn is Not a Deer
It was obviously a youngster…frantically searching for its kin. Desperate to outrun the predator, it leaped and bounded, reaching a speed of 55 mph…