The following is a work of fiction It was long after the media had stopped glamorizing the daily numbers of wounded or killed in action that my dad suffered the injury that changed his world and mine. He was mentioned briefly in the news, but only on the […]
This morning, as I traded written words with God, my thoughts turned to acclaimed cellist, Yo Yo Ma. Below is an excerpt. I forgot about Yo Yo Ma. I was going to write about Yo Yo Ma. Apparently, I’m not enough of a musical nerd to have heard […]
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 […]
I’m hoping for feedback on this one. I plan to enter it in a story contest next month, and I want to get a head start on tweaking before I submit it. Comments, please! (Note: I’m working with a 750 word limit, so don’t bother telling me it […]
I had a dream last night – a strange, confounding, brilliant dream. All of us – you and I and every person reading this – we met up in a parking lot, and we carpooled to a huge mall. It was two stories high, with a food court […]
This is something I wrote a few years back. It was inspired by an image of Miley Cyrus, back around her Hannah Montana days. My prayer for her now is that she eventually find freedom from the web of lies that she’s been lured into, that she remembers […]
There are those who write and those who call themselves “writers”. They’re known to hold quiet celebrations upon learning to describe themselves this way. I’ve come to find the characterization oddly repellent. For me to find pride in being labeled a writer – it feels like developing severe […]
The first sensation he discerned as he awoke was the taste of blood in his mouth. There was the taste, then the overwhelming urge to vomit, his stomach outraged with intake of bodily fluid and from enduring the inevitable aftershocks left behind when adrenaline blitzkriegs through a body, […]
I hardly ever share others’ posts. But this one…you’ll see. My Work with Starving Children in Guatemala: Please Read!.
Last night, I rode a bus; Billy Graham was the driver. I call it a bus, though it wasn’t truly a bus at all; rather, it was a standard four-door automobile – perhaps a Buick or a Crown Vic or something of the sort. But it felt mostly […]
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