Tag Archive | humor

AGAINST ALL ODDS ~ By Tina Wagner Mattern

In the years before I met my husband, my dating track record was abysmal, consisting mostly of men who thought I’d placed an ad in the personals: “Doormat seeking man to support. Only abusive, married, alcoholic, drug-addicted parolees need apply.” By the time Fred came along, I was a bitter twenty-six year old woman who […]


I’ve been giving this grandmother thing some thought and this is what I’ve decided: There are some serious flaws in the system. The first flaw seems rather obvious: in order to have grandchildren, you must first have children. This is just not right. It’s like saying you can’t have the fun of getting a puppy […]

Arlett’s Christmas Repairman

            I can tell you this much, there isn’t no one coulda been more shocked than me to have Jesus show up at their front door on Christmas Eve. I mean, it ain’t like I’ve ever been some church-goin kinda gal or anything. I always believed in God though, don’t get me […]

The Fiancee

The writing challenge was to create a story using these 5 words:  San Francisco  – Leg  –  Tomato  –  Watch  –  Porsche This is what I came up with 🙂            “Duncan just called, they landed about ten minutes ago, so as soon as they pick up their luggage, they’ll be on their way over […]


Published in Cup Of Comfort’s “Cup Of Comfort For Couples” 2010 I have been happily married for thirty-four years…to two men. Fortunately, they both occupy the same body, so I’m not in danger of being carted off to prison any time soon. Husband number one’s name is Fred, a hardworking mechanical engineer, quiet, reserved, serious, […]


This story was published in Chicken Soup’s “A Book Of Miracles” It was one of those miserable cold and rainy days in February that Portland, Oregon is famous for, and I was in a mood. Some people like rain. I am not one of those people. I had already gotten drenched once that day; taking […]


It was a beautiful sunny morning and I sat in my recliner, sipping my tea, watching the birds at the feeder on my deck. Sauza, my cat, perched on the chair next to me, observing the bird’s coming and going intently. I leaned forward to reach for my teacup but something moving on the floor […]