by Martin FitzPatrick I turned on the car radio in time to hear the last minute or so of “Sweet Emotion”; then the DJ came on and said, “Some Aerosmith here this morning . . . one of my favorite teachable moments of this year— I learned a few months ago that there’s an Aerosmith cover band in Europe called . . . wait for it . . . Eurosmith.” Now,…
by Jane Finlayson Nicky peels the skin off the chicken in one slick move, like she’s undressing some squirmy little kid before it makes a getaway. “Stay put, you twisted bag of bones,” she hisses, holding the bird upright and slapping onion halves and rosemary into the cavity before wrestling…
by Cynthia Roby Boomerang was Sadie’s man, and he got his name by definition: Every time she threw the lying cheater out, she’d cry, howl, and moan, all before that need-to-satisfy ache in her groin pried her thighs apart and let her Boomer back in—until the dag-gone fool never returned….