Mister Fish — Live!
You washed up on the beach one night and saw that there was more to life…
The Rickety Desk of Mothy Groves
Stories, photos, music, and musings from writer and humorist Timothy Soden-Groves
You washed up on the beach one night and saw that there was more to life…
In a brilliant flash of insight, I realized that…
Love heals all wounds, if we will just listen and learn its language.
Mister Fish, you’re a dish and a dream to every solo mother Hangin’ round, cruisin’ town, looking for her perfectContinue Reading
“There’s nothing greater than to see a three or four-year-old master a cartwheel… The look on their face is priceless.”
My grandfather’s name was Arthur Groves. I can’t think of anyone I’ve ever met that I admired more than him.Continue Reading
Now I hear my Grandpa’s whistle still, just like he knew I would.
…The band, responding as one, took quick action. “You never saw four guys dive behind a piano so quick!”
“Our two trains left the same station, and passed through much of the same country, but traveled in opposite directions.”
I’m comin’ up the hill to your place, darlin’. Yes, I’m a-comin’ back home to you.