The Compromise…

I wouldn’t be one of those vegetarians who eats rabbit food. I prefer to eat non-rabbit food and rabbits. Jill Y, on the other end of the arm beside the wrist, is a full on […]
Anna grew up to be a nun. Ariane grew up to be a bride. Eliza grew up to be a Prince Charles look-a-like. Lucas grew up to be Bob Geldof. George grew up to be […]
A couple of times each minute, Jill Y reads magazines with titles like “If Your Man Really Loved You, He would Listen To Bon Jovi With You” or “20 Ways To Know If Your Man […]
My first and only mistake was to ask Jill Y what was wrong. When a man asks a woman that question, there are only two possible answers. You can be told what’s wrong, shut up […]
I don’t know how old I am. You don’t know how old I am. Jill Y doesn’t know how old I am. Thirsty Dave doesn’t know how old I am. Scurvy Jane doesn’t know how […]
The Public Health Act of 1875 was written in words but sometimes words can’t quite express what we want to express. Is Jill Y happy with imaginary kids? I think so. Does she hanker for […]