My mother is the weather. As a child, I was the core target to which she would unleash her hailstorms and earthquakes that tore me down and broke me into pieces.

You have to play the cards you're dealt

Local prospectors wait expectantly for the return of Henry's wife.

A coulple are left in charge of a difficult young girl while her mother visits a Casino.

Even though some Americans like to say, "It's all good," the Chinese know better ...

Life's roughest jokes don't have punch-lines.

An avaricious farmer makes arangements to have his dying mother looked after so he can get his crop in.

Albert peered out across the way. Snow stretched for miles. The earth remained silent. Albert was alone. As he had been for the past decade.

The new road was meant to relieve congestion, but then, determined and obsessive, the Spinners arrived ...

There was a long conversation then, and many qualifications and a great deal of sympathy; but the long and short of it was that I had aggressive macular degeneration, which is a fancy way of saying: I was going blind.