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With a small fortune in groceries in the backseat — save for the family-size sack of kettle-cooked potato chips I’d extricated from the sea of plastic bags to tide me → Read More
I was trying to catch up on the popular Netflix show “Wednesday” in one of my rare attempts to be only slightly behind with some pop culture phenomenon, but found → Read More
I believe the word I used upon discovery of the small pool of dirty water at the bottom of the emptied washing machine was “huh,” although it very well could → Read More
Arlie — that’s my 6-year-old daughter, in case you didn’t know — greeted me at the entrance to my parents’ house with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for moments → Read More
Roughly 37 minutes before I had to be at work, my 6-year-old daughter alerted me to the emergency, albeit indirectly. → Read More
There came a point — probably about the fourth or fifth minute into her profanity-laden rant — in which I realized Mandy was genuinely upset by the episode of “Pawn → Read More
Every day is Christmas Day at Sherra Owen’s house. Or at least one room of it. → Read More
I squinted my eyes really hard and waited for the insightful little voice to tell me what I needed to know. → Read More
The housefly tapped against the kitchen window, blind-idiot bumping against the glass over and over as if asking some unseen creature on the other side to let it out. → Read More
Although I knew it would lead to nothing but misery, I was seriously contemplating a third bowl of Golden Grahams. → Read More
TUPELO • More than anything, Ali Watts and Paige Garrett just wanted to have the same kind of fun they do every Saturday night behind the bar at Harvey’s in → Read More
I stared at the last question on my daughter’s first-grade math homework as if doing so until my eyes grew callouses would cause an understanding of what it was asking → Read More
It is 6:28 on a Wednesday morning, and I am attempting to rouse my daughter from her slumber-time world of fantasy with a series of semi-furious shoulder shakes and half-gentle → Read More
To her credit, Mandy knew our meal would be disastrous before we’d even set foot inside the restaurant. → Read More
In my sleep-deprived state, stumbling through the kitchen in a daze, the unopened bottle of Stella Artois slipped from my hand as easily as taking a breath. → Read More
It began, as terrible days often do, in the wee hours of the morning. → Read More
I leaned in to give Arlie her goodnight kiss, eager to be done with our too-long bedtime ritual so that I could spend a bit of time with my wife → Read More
If there's one thing gas stations are known for ... it's gas. But if there's a second thing, it's got to be food. This month, we dropped by three local → Read More
I had a headache, not that it seemed to matter much to Arlie. → Read More
I think it took somewhere between 20 minutes and an eternity to make the loop around the skating rink. By that point, our nerves had been shot, kicked a few → Read More