or the past 10 years, I tried to make up for lapses in weekly Sunday church envelope contributions by working as a volunteer at the St. Ann Novena food stand. To impose penance and exact a measure of punishment for not being a “good giver” I consistently requested to work at the Novena’s busy food […]
Brussels Sprouts (Palm Sunday 2016) Tilling time, a frail farmer’s pitch fork plunged deeply into dark European soil. Terrified, and to avoid harm, 100 earthworms burrowed to safety. It was never a good time to be a worm, and only one indolent crawler happened to fall victim to the farmer’s pitch fork. Condemned to constant […]
Charles Orloski: Having undergone Matt Dillon and Cartwright family socialization, and given that birthday #64 had several hours left, I thought it best to forget how I once proudly wore a studded Roy Rogers shirt and cowboy hat.
Charles Orloski: “O why, Delilah, why are there no more naked romps around Topanga Canyon?”
Charles Orloski: No dancer, no merry prancer, no flawless “Bluebloods” ever sat at sweet Melissa’s kitchen table.