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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.

Time Out, November

I must post this now, so I’m less inclined to defy my own intentions. I’m clearing the path for myself this November to make some major progress on a couple pieces that have been too long in process. I’m putting a moratorium on my already meager blogging efforts […]

Autumn Waves

Marv has the world’s biggest heart. People always say this about retarded people, but in Marv’s case, it’s hardly an exaggeration. I’ve never learned the details of how or when he came to work at The Coffee Joint – he started there years before I even heard of […]

The Stubborn Ass Church

I’ve thought for some time now that, given the current escalation of political malevolence, I would repost this from roughly a year ago, written during the height of the presidential election campaign. A year later, I am attending the same conference I was at when it was first […]

Surprising God?

Do you suppose it’s possible to surprise God? I don’t mean in the way of sneaking up on him unexpectedly, or like everybody in the world might pile into a banquet room at the Outback Steakhouse and shout “Merry Christmas” as an unsuspecting God walks in – “Gee, […]

Taming Zebras

I learned yesterday it is possible to domesticate and train zebras. In fact, they can be made docile enough to trust them in close proximity to young children. Zebras are stunning animals to see up close. They are almost otherworldly, the way their black and white stripes display […]

Everything is Happening

“Everything is happening right now,” he says, “everything you can think of. Maybe even more than you can think of.” He goes on to describe the “everything” of which he spoke – how there are people eating dinner and people sleeping and people singing songs. This is how […]

Sweet Nadine

“Our parents, daughters, and sons Believed in the power of songs What if those days are gone My memory is strong Anyone not dying is dead And baby it won’t be long So shut up and carry on The scream becomes a yawn” – Metric “Dreams So Real” […]