“She’s a real sweetheart.” “So, are you the marketing girl?” “Have you seen what she’s wearing today?” “Wow, she’s put on some weight! Don’t you think she’s got a little extra junk in the trunk?” “You do not want to miss the after party. I hear she gets […]
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.
It was after the Big Game when I began telling people, “Think I’ll take next season off.” The 2016 NFL season was hard on me, with all the ups and downs the Seahawks went through, capped by a championship game where I had very little rooting interest, but […]
In a time not long ago, in a land both strange and familiar, two brothers walked a path together. It was a path they used often, for it led to a stream where fish swam, and one of the brothers had devised an ingenious way of catching the […]
We lost one. A close one. We saw it coming, but sometimes, if a thing moves slowly enough, it still sneaks up on you. I learned this long ago, when I lost a father. Times like this bring a clarity––a clear eye to see there is a better way […]
A hammock is the best place to relax. This is what my wife told me when I opened her birthday present to me––a woven, technicolored hammock––complete with poles, since our tiny yard lacks the requisite pair of trees. At first, I laughed at the gift, but now that […]
Source: It’s not what you think
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite. How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist. Sleeping At Last –– Saturn My son uttered a set of words the other day that seemed too old for his eleven-year-old lips –– “Every day, I get up at […]