“What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day?” When I think of lazy days I think of summers when I was in elementary school, when we would sit on the couch all day long and watch re-runs of Gilligan’s Island, I Dream of Jeannie, and various other shows that were more repetitive than … Continue reading 300 Writing Prompts: #1
It is never the same This constant sorrow Seeping in unchecked Like so much moisture Pressed deep inside Overcome by your ghost These silent steps This fleeting shadow Discarded in morning glow This gaping hole With the shape of you Crinkled at the corners Like we used to be But I see you everywhere This … Continue reading Smoke
Dear Journal, It’s always interesting when my mother comes to visit because at those times I’m both a son and a father, both a child and an adult, looking for acceptance yet strong enough to discipline just the same. I find it curious because I never felt like I wanted or needed acceptance as a … Continue reading Dear Journal: Between
Sometimes I imagine what it would have been like to be a fly on the wall in some nondescript building in Nazareth shortly after the conception of Jesus Christ. Think about it. She was already engaged to a working man, a carpenter named Joseph, who already knew she was a virgin when they were courting, and she had to find a time and place to explain to him that she was pregnant. It was obviously not his kid, and she had to know how ludicrous it would all sound, but there were no options for her. It was like a Band-Aid. She had to rip it off quickly and hope he wasn’t grossed out by the wound.
Mary {walking in the door}: Joe, we need to talk.
Joseph: Let me guess. You want to call off the wedding? I already called the dove guy. He’s got 100 birds ready and waiting.
Mary {shaking her head}: No, no. But you might want to call it off yourself after you hear what I have to tell you.
Joseph: The last time you said something like that it was because you sold your prize goat that was supposed to part of your dowry. But that was cool with me, and I’m sure this will be too.
Mary: Joe, this isn’t even remotely like selling a goat. I wish it was, honestly.
Joseph: Okay, Mare, now you’ve got me worried. Just spit it out and we’ll deal with it. Together.
Mary: Just remember that I’ve never lied to you before. Please keep that in mind because this may be a bit fantastic to hear. Heck, I would think I was crazy if I wasn’t there myself to see what happened.
Joseph: Mare, have you been drinking the mead from behind the temple again? Continue reading “The Immaculate Conversation”
When I was a kid family portraits meant getting dressed up in our Sabbath finery and heading down to the Thriftway where a company would apparently come in expressly to offer cheap portraits to families that couldn’t normally afford them, or just to people too cheap to get a real one commissioned. A harried woman … Continue reading Family Portrait
“We’re gladiators… in suits.” Okay, I made it this far, I guess it’s okay to go all the way. My name is Sam. And I’m addicted to Scandal. Now, before you judge me let me tell you the whole story. For years I declared the show too frivolous for me to pursue, while I watched … Continue reading Scandalized
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