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Tue
22
Nov

An amateur actor's follicle follies

We in community theater make many sacrifices for our art.

Wed
16
Nov

Husband experiences spice of life



My husband loves grooves.

He finds his groove, he follows his groove, he stays in his groove. On occasion, his groove turns into a full-blown rut.

Wed
09
Nov

Crime does pay after all

So, class of 2005, it's been nearly six months since you graduated from college, and you're still out of work. This, despite the fact that you are 22 and know everything.

Wed
02
Nov

Vikings are scourges of the high seas



Because we were raised properly, we Wisconsinites never delight in the misfortune of our neighbors.

That is, unless those neighbors happen to live in Minnesota, and their favorite football team happens to be a crew of adrift purple plunderers.

Thu
27
Oct

The play is the thing for a theater ghost

They say every theater has a ghost. The theater at Winona State University is no exception.

Wed
05
Oct

Death by vacuum

Moms, don't try this at home.

The other day I was noticing our floors. Or, specifically, noticing they were absolutely filthy.

Tue
04
Oct

Picture perfect at the DMV

My husband is an ax murderer, and my uncle is a depraved mountain man.

At least that's how they look in their driver's license pictures.

And they are not alone. There is something about these photos that turn the most normal person into something of a loon.

Wed
28
Sep

She always knows what's on my mind

Every now and then I wish I could pull one over on Wendy.

But I don't even try, because she always seems to know what I'm thinking - sometimes before I even think it.

Wed
07
Sep

One question makes a difference

I was rushing through a typical day, taking the cat to the vet clinic, buying the groceries, getting the oil changed ... all that mundane stuff that adults have to do.

Wed
31
Aug

Wisconsin, the land of the weirdos

Writing a humor column in Wisconsin couldn't be any easier these days. I expend less effort than the Maytag repair man. It's like being a gold miner, only instead of chipping away at the walls of a dank shaft, I'm allowed to pick bars of bullion off the shelves at Fort Knox.

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