Let’s Make a Deal! By Jo Russell

Anxious to be noticed in the crowded television audience, the woman was outfitted in a bright yellow fuzzy suit with orange feet the size of  beach umbrellas. She chirped nosily through a varmint caller and bounced up and down in her seat while waving her wings to the...

Grief and Potatoes By Jo Russell

“While the organ peeled potatoes…” the blend of voices included my mom and school-aged twin sons. “Lard was rendered by the choir. As the sexton rang the dish rag, someone set the church on fire!” My young sons rolled in their beds with laughter. ‘“Holy smokes!’ the...