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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.

Night On The Mekong

I was in a conversation with someone recently about mosquitoes, and it reminded me of a night I spent in Asia many years ago. The more I reflected on that night, the more I realized that some pivotal things occurred while I was trying to avoid those little […]

Unfamiliar Sort of Home

I’ve been wondering about you lately. I know you’re used to that, because we’re all wondering about you and have been for years. I just can’t help but think you are capable of so much more. No, I’m not talking about solving the world’s pains with some miracle […]

More Human Than We Know

While he was eating, a woman came in with a beautiful alabaster jar of expensive perfume made from essence of nard. She broke open the jar and poured the perfume over his head. (Mark 14:3 NLT) I’ve found this story a cross between touching and confounding. Beyond the […]

The Untouchable

A little love story for all the untouchables out there. Truly, who among us has not felt so? It was not hope that moved the afflicted one to walk the many miles of roads to the city’s outskirts. Hope had given way long ago to quiet anger, then […]

The Beast

This is a rough teaser for Part 2 of the Legion book. My pulse increased just writing, which is saying something for a sleep deprived, workaholic, father of two. 🙂 Enjoy. Gasps and sighs passed through the dining room of a swank downtown restaurant, expressions upon the two […]

Miracle Shoes

When it came to shoe shopping, Lucy was a pro. That’s the way she saw it anyway. Fact was, her employer didn’t seem to appreciate her talent. They still had her stuck doing merchandising, and it was only her frequent trips to competing discount stores to secret shop […]