I try not to be overtly political, but these abortion bans have been weighing heavily on my mind. I hear a lot of radio silence from my Christian friends. So much so that it is alarming.Read More
During the years that I have been writing and publishing short stories in
various anthologies and on various blogs,
I still have an unwelcome visitor stopping by quite frequently. As much as I try to discourage this visitor, it doesn't work. Not only do they visit
unannounced but they have the nerve to bring a friend.
When I was a wee lad, accompanying my grandmother to the local IGA, Doug, the casher, would yell at the top pf his lungs as I stepped through the automatic glass doors, “Hey! It’s Jerry’s-a-ferry!” Jerry’s a FAIRY!”Read More
One year ago, I remember walking into
Dollar Tree next to my house. It was crowded so I hurried to get my purchases and rushed to the nearest check out. As I stood on line waiting my turn, I noticed a young man in front of me fumbling in his pocket for
money to pay for his one purchase, a
large gallon of milk.
No matter how sweet
they can be or might have been.
This you have learned
as you squirm under the burden of memories
of your mother rapping your head with a comb
or pinching you in church to quiet
“like a worm in hot ashes.”
The night we put Jack down, despite being exhausted in every possible way, I didn't want to go to bed. And when I finally did, I laid awake for a long time, just staring around the dark bedroom, eyes wide open.Read More
Today I woke up and looked out of my bedroom window and noticed that what
seemed like over night, all the trees had filled in with their various colored leaves. The grass below had grown and
was the prettiest shade of green. I sat
quiet for a moment and there perched on the top of my deck was a red cardinal. He sat gazing straight at my
The telephone rang. My eyes opened wide. I lay in bed peering through the small crack in my bedroom door. I stared at the rotary phone mounted to the wall in the living room. By the third ring, I looked up to heaven, crossed my fingers, and prayed, "Please God don't call me. Please don't call me."
The call came while I was eating lunch.
"We are sorry but your father is gone.", said the women on the other end of the line. "What do you mean gone?" , I asked. " "I hate these calls.", she said. "Your father has just died. You may want to come see him to say goodbye."
I was star-gazing on the rooftop. The man on the moon began to descend, he grabbed my hand and took me to Jupiter.Read More