The thing about Uncle Bob is, he’s not a real person. I made him up. I…

I hate barbecue. There’s something about the stench of burning meat slathered in a questionable sweet…

Yeah, he knew her. Those frizzy, corkscrew curls were hard to miss. They stuck straight out…

My husband is expert at apologizing. He does it so well, he can make me feel guilty.  Like…