So I had surgery a few days ago and my wife heard me in the kitchen. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I was walking to get some exercise and noticed the paper towel holder was empty,” I said, “so I was replacing them.” “You’re not supposed to be doing…

“I’m not a writer,” he said, “not a real one.  If I were a real writer I could pour whiskey in one end and shit novels out the other.”  From the diary of Ray Travis. © Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

“In retrospect,” he said, “I think that Mr. Black Widow got the better part of the deal.” © Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

He was born. He accomplished nothing of significance. He died. If I have learned nothing else, it is that Thoreau was right. © Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

(refrain) I believe in Jesus, He led me to you, But your body’s unfaithful And your heart is untrue. I believe in Jesus, He showed me the light How I work every day And you’re gone every night. I believe in Jesus, I don’t mean to complain, But how can…

First verse: I believe in Jesus He led me to you, But your body is unfaithful, And your heart is untrue. Second verse: I need to start bringing my digital voice recorder in the shower with me. Stand by for updates. Ideas?  Opinions?  Feedback? © Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

I wrote this for my wife, Malette, on our thirty-seventh wedding anniversary yesterday. A lasting relationship, as imperfect as it may be, transcends mere love, to form a bond that is stronger, and is linked inevitably to our mutual destiny. © Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

I thought about cutting my hair and beard, but that would be unfair to all the fans I don’t have yet. Addendum: As a gift to my wife upon her return from a trip in April to see the grandkids, I did shave off my beard. The wonderful thing about…

Although Eleanor and Robert had pledged their love and set a date to be married, her mother still prayed fervently to God that a good man would come along to marry her.   Unlike her mother,  Eleanor realized that there were no good men or bad men, just complex men.  And…

It is a cold and wet Sunday, here in Central Florida. It’s a good day to stay inside, have a cup of tea, and read a book I haven’t written yet. © Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.