The Lonely Meatball

My Meal

I wish that I could shop for food — that really would be grand, because I’d simply pass right by the food that I can’t stand. Carrots, broccoli, turnips, beets would not come through our door, and neither would those Brussel sprouts I really do abhor! White fish, blue fish, yucky cod, again I’d neverContinue reading “My Meal”


My mom says I’m a worry wart. I worry through the days. I worry bout the strangest things — my mom says it’s a phase. I worry that the dog next door won’t like me anymore. I worry that my hockey team won’t ever make a score. I worry that the frosted flakes next morningContinue reading “Worries”