You Can’t Buy Dignity, But You Can Sell It

Although I’m not speaking through a trach tube and using phrases like ‘pert near’, I know I am sounding like my grandfather when I say: Things sure were better back in the good ole days. Remember when a loaf of bread cost one third a pile of dirt? Slide rules were 40 cents a dozen? […]

Where I am from, other than making it a bitch to finish junior high, the worst part of being pregnant has got to be cutting back to just one pack a day.