A freight elevator is a wondrous machine.
I love stories. I love to tell them. I love to hear them. These are some of my favorites. Some are fiction. None are truth.
The most you could say - all you could say - it's just a tree.
The words echoed in her ears - not ominously - a whisper, not a thunder.
“Where were you in the hospital? Didn’t you have a nurse named Blair?”
"There’s a fly in my soup! What do I do?" Asked Timmy of his mom as he stared at his stew.
I asked of my mom, “Mom, what would you do? What would you do with a bug in your shoe?”
Some beautiful things have happened to me the past few weeks, and it would be a shame to split the stories up.
Rupert A. Murdoch lived on a beach along a long cliff within easy reach...
You have a new one, can this be mine?
Chris could not believe his eyes.
This is the story of Cap'n Fluffy's run in with Bucktooth the Pirate
Money can't buy you love, but it can buy you stuff that makes you more eccentric than the guy living next door.
Man, I am so glad you asked. This is the most awesome story ever.
I've been waiting for you.
I tend to find racial stereotypes to be the cheapest jokes.
Some might call this story an analogy, others a parable. I prefer to call it a painting.
I collapsed in the corner of their upstairs landing...
My mom’s story, unlike most people, begins not with her birth but with mine.
This story starts with a phone call.
Names are odd things. I don't mean the letters on your drivers license. I mean your name.
You're going to listen to this story, and you're going to like it.
My former students had more drama in their collective pinky finger than Mr. Turner has on all of his networks.
We took a pony keg down the river.
Come near to God and he will come near to you.
I did not, contrary to popular belief, make it up.
It was, in a word, beautiful.
The story about telling the story of my cousin Jeff's wedding at my friend Jeff's wedding.