The Rat Squeaks

I recently complained to my only literate cousin J.W. that I hadn’t been hearing from him recently. He’s one of the people I hear from most...

Don't bother me, I'm wrinkle-smoothing, and besides there's not a thought left in my head. Got it? Fine, now go away and have ...

Today's the same as yesterday. I got a lot of work done yesterday on Southern Exposure and maybe today will be just as good. I'm m...

No update today. I'd like to say I'm resting, but I'm working pretty hard on the next issue of that less popular creation of mi...

Watching the local TV news—no matter where you are—is always so weird. It’s often more like you're attending a pep rally of some kind t...

I thought today would be another blah one like yesterday, but for some reason both the neighborhood birds and some on their way elsewhere de...

You ever wake up in a bad mood or maybe just in a non-mood? This is a non-mood day. I don't feel like much of anything. I want my fri...

I inherited a sort of porch-style outdoor swing from my sister a few months ago. It had a heavy metal pipe frame and some big plump cushion...

Sometimes you've barely noted a thing and it's almost over. Just 2 or 3 days ago, my usually numb senses noticed all the beautifull...

MABEL TALKS TO THE WHITE MAN ©2003 Ronald C. Southern "The thing about a rectangle," the waitress said, "Is you can get in th...