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by Janelle Meraz Hooper
When our children were young, I had a friend who told me that it was time for her five-year old son to go to school — she had taught him everything she could.
I looked at it this way: the teachers could teach my daughter all of that 3-R stuff — I was never good at it anyway. I could teach her about fine literature, art, the history of oriental carpets — and how to make tiny guest soaps from little plastic muffin pans and a microwave.
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by Ed Williams
Kids these days really have it made. I know this gets said a lot, but it’s the truth. They have it made, and then some.
I walked in on my two grocery killers yesterday afternoon, and they were talking about how they might spend the evening. Their conversation went something like this:
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by Dave Maez
I don’t watch the news; it’s boring and takes up too much of my precious time. I don’t read the paper; it takes way too much time and has too much useless crap in it. So how do I stay in touch with the world? I listen to Morning Edition and All Things Considered on NPR. It’s always top-notch reporting and relevant news. Every morning on my way to work, and every afternoon on my way home (to the bar) … I listen to my NPR.
I used to, anyway … before they went on strike. Except they have a special name for their strike: It’s called a “Spring Fund Raiser.”
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Posted on March 25, 2002.
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by Gerald Bosacker
School vacation was already one week old, and nothing exciting had happened. My new Buck Rogers rocket watch said it was at least nine o’clock, and my cousin Billy was still slopping down breakfast. I made tons of noise while waiting outside on the back steps hoping that would speed him up. Already too late to go fishing, but we probably would try anyway. We hadn’t caught anything but bullheads so far, and they were the only fish I couldn’t eat, even if I had both caught and cleaned the ugly mud puppies. Billy would and did, though. He would eat anything yet he was as skinny as I and almost as tall. Except for Eunice and Mirabelle, I was the tallest kid in sixth grade in Le Center, Minnesota.
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Posted on September 1, 2001.
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by Richard H. Williams
Grandpappy always put on those long handles when the leaves fell from the trees and the weather turned cold. He sure looked funny but I guess he kept warm. With gray-white hair which covered most of his head, the gray-black stubble which grew on his face, and the wiry-red fleece of the long johns which seemed like red hair growing all over the rest of his body, he looked like some sort of a cross between a bear and an old man.
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by Janelle Meraz Hooper
Elvis is still alive. I know it. I have proof. And I don’t mean the kind of proof where some guy who’s had too much beer stops at a local filling station and sees Elvis filling up his Eldorado with regular gas. What a joke. Everyone knows that Elvis uses super.
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by J. Kristin Dreyer
Over the years, I’ve learned to fear party games. If I’m at someone’s house with a hundred other people I don’t know (and maybe one who I actually do know), and I see someone pulling out some kind of board game, I feel such a strong physical force coming from the game that I suddenly have to go to the bathroom – really bad – and I stay there for the rest of the evening.
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Posted on April 30, 2001.
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*PWC: Person With CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome)
by Pamela Rice Hahn
The way I figure it, there are men out there overlooking the opportunity to find the perfect mistress. A PWC.
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Posted on April 16, 2001.
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by Michael O’Donoghue
and other information about Michael O’Donoghue.
Note: Keep in mind that this article was written in the 1970′s. It’s still timely. As a matter of fact, I believe you’ll get some insight into what influenced Dave Barry’s writing and probably the South Park creators, too. Read more about Michael O’Donoghue at the end of this article.
“If I could not earn a penny from my writing, I would earn my livelihood at something else and continue to write at night.”
- Irving Wallace
“Financial success is not the only reward of good writing. It brings to the writer rich inner satisfaction as well.”
- Eliot Foster, Director of Admissions, Famous Writers School
Introduction
A long time ago, when I was just starting out, I had the good fortune to meet the great Willa Cather. With all the audacity of youth, I asked her what advice she would give the would-be-writer and she replied:
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by TJ Robertson
This is a story of two people, with two different views.
Now different views are something we all profess to not mind, but in reality we resent. Especially if the different view is held by our spouse. Everyone knows this is true, but we rarely will admit to such petty behavior because generally these incidents that tend to be the most irritating, are the ones that are the most ridiculous. Who wants to tell someone about the argument over the toilet paper roll, or the complaint about a spouse’s belief that mowing the grass produces methane emissions in the unacceptable range therefore the lawn cannot be mowed that weekend? You start telling someone about the argument you had with your spouse over these ridiculously silly notions your spouse had, and next thing you know, you end up looking the fool instead of the one deserving to be humiliated. Well, this is a story about two people, two views, and two lessons learned.
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