A Christmas Gift

What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in ’em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will,” said Scrooge indignantly, “every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, … Continue reading

Wrecking Ball

I was pimply faced and wide-eyed and full to the brim with a combination of naivete and cocky assurance–in other words, a freshman in college. Add a healthy dose of hormones and a campus where the male to female ratio was over 100 to 1 (I attended Blue Mountain College, a women’s college) and you had the making of a disaster. I knew next to nothing about women but was sure I was ready … Continue reading