The Wild Girl

In the dugout we stomped our feet and gnashed our teeth. The score was eighty-seven to nothing, but if we had to take the field, the tide of misfortune could quickly turn and take us down.


Still the Nerd

I’m fifty-six years old and I’m still a nerd (or is there a different word for it now?).  It’s time I give up trying to fit in with the cool crowd, but for some reason it still bothers me.  I wonder why that is.