Date Night: Saturday at the “Soup Kitchen” or: Give a Man a Ravioli

It used to be a mill town; the old mills are now condos for the career professionals and unfortunately, the drug dealers. The locals can’t afford to live in those buildings. The church on the corner supplies free meals on Saturday nights. Local churches rotate the duties of cooking, serving meals, and cleaning up. My … More Date Night: Saturday at the “Soup Kitchen” or: Give a Man a Ravioli

My brother is stinky

“Rrring!” There goes that stupid doorbell again. I wipe the tears from my eyes and sniffle.  I open the front door to find my friend, Beth, standing there with yet another bowl of potato salad. This one is covered in paprika. I can’t stand the stuff. Her husband Mike is standing beside her, uneasy in … More My brother is stinky