Very Local Honey
I don’t think my house is allergic to bees, but it did break out in a hive once. There was a small opening through the masonry of our house’s east wall, and one spring before […]
I don’t think my house is allergic to bees, but it did break out in a hive once. There was a small opening through the masonry of our house’s east wall, and one spring before […]
There’s no more euphoric, all-consuming, thrilling, scary, lunacy-like feeling than falling in love. But my wife of 29 years frowns upon my falling in love with anyone I might come into proximity to in actual […]
In the last 40 years, I’ve never lost a single sock. Ever. Maybe losing socks is your Achilles heel, but don’t let anyone pull the wool over your eyes; it doesn’t have to be. Instead, […]
Artwork by Lauren Faulkenberry. Idea/text by Bill Spencer. Lauren Faulkenberry is a novelist and illustrator living in western North Carolina. Originally from South Carolina, she has worked as an archaeologist, an editor, and a ranger […]
Artwork by Lauren Faulkenberry. Idea/text by Bill Spencer. Lauren Faulkenberry is a novelist and illustrator living in western North Carolina. Originally from South Carolina, she has worked as an archaeologist, an editor, and a ranger […]
My wife is my best friend. Am I an idiot or what? I do realize how wonderfully romantic it might sound to say, “My wife/husband/partner is also my best friend,” but really it’s a very […]
(Note: This essay may present some peril to your immortal soul. Before reading it, please take the precautions of wrapping a rosary around your hand, dipping your fingers in holy water, and crossing yourself at […]
(My contribution for Humor Meets Horror Month) “Sorry, Venkman, I’m terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.” —Egon in Ghostbusters Once in my life, and once only, I was scared speechless—literally speechless. I […]
I watched as two men tied my wife with thick rope, and I watched as she dangled about 40 feet above the ground. Upside down. In public. As others watched. I’m not sure even the […]
When Renae, a graduate student that both my wife and I had taught, repeatedly begged us to attend a fried-chicken-dinner Saladmaster sales pitch at her apartment, we finally relented. We’d get a free meal with […]