Between the Lines

Scraping hardened food off dishes with sweat and detergent-laden steam beading on me brow, emptying long-fermenting buckets of fish heads

Is there anything as awkward and unsure as a 15-year-old boy can be? Ok, yeah, a 15-year-old girl, perhaps. Wait,

Pictured Above: The Author & The Missus, On that Fateful June Day By Tim Kelly “And what is so rare

During my son’s formative years, I’d often find him and a friend sitting on the living room floor, thumbs clicking

Bow before me, all you lesser… people, for I am of royal lineage. No, I mean it. Maybe not the

by Tim Kelly I never saw stars, at least not in the cartoon sense. Nor did I see little tweeting

As the clock struck 2019 on New Year’s Day, yours truly passed a significant, if not earthshattering, milestone. I’m now

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house… What? Yes, son, I am reading that book. Why? Is

“The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.” No doubt you’ve heard that line, or other variations of

What the hell? Again, you’re sitting here, drinking alone? Please tell me you’re not as down in the mouth as

by Tim Kelly Creaky joints, interrupted sleep, walking like the Tin Man immediately after driving moderate to long distances. Yelling