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Lucas J. Draeger

Banish me to a dark corner, chain me to a keyboard, and I will gladly be a word slave. I'd sit there all day, with only an occasional demand for a coffee break.
I'm a would-be (wanna be) author, middle aged, fairly repressed, but extremely BLESSED with an amazing wife and two brilliant boys.
For several years, I've been haunted by images of the starving, drug addicted, victimized teens of the streets. I write about them a lot.

Sifting Memories

We forget much more than we like to think we do. I’m in denial of this fact much of the time, but I need only glance through the reminder app on my phone to tell me that memories leak from the human brain like water through a sieve, […]

A Dying Little Boredom

I could be doing anything in the world right now. The same device logging these words is capable of receiving, through its magical roots in the digital earth, enough stimulation to occupy me for a thousand lifetimes. Even now, there are several of those stimulants beckoning me, like […]

His Own Lane Six World

  The air is drenched with odors of chlorine and perspiration, seasoned with a tang of Sharpie marker. One such marker shuffles across the back of a cherub-faced girl two bleacher rows below me. The girl’s mother watches the scoreboard clock with one eye while minding her own […]

The Kitchen Clock Died

On the wall of my kitchen there is a clock. I bought it at IKEA sixteen years ago, back when everyone thought IKEA was kind of cool. The clock has been a faithful keeper of time these sixteen years, though that’s a simple job when you think about […]

Finger Painting the Sky 

Let me make one thing clear from the start: you’ve got it wrong. Your parents also had it wrong. Oprah and Dr. Phil? Wrong. Billy Graham, Deepak Chopra, and the Dalai Lama –– all wrong. Trump and Clinton…yeah, they’ve got it wrong. Even your annoying spouse, who thinks […]