The Road Not Taken
Of all the towns in all the places in the world, I had to stop in this one. It was the kind of quaint little town that warms you like a cup of Chamomile, even though you’ve never been there before....
View ArticleThe Art of Receiving
I don’t take compliments well — and I guess a gift is sort of a compliment with a bow on it. It must be, because I seem to short circuit the gift giving process like a shiny penny in a rusty fuse box....
View ArticleMarkers and Mile Posts
As I plunge ever deeper into curmudgeonhood, one of my more nagging gripes is the diminishing number of “markers” that lie ahead. Looking back, there were always events that helped me measure forward...
View ArticleCharlie
The name tag read “Charlie” … but the pleasant moonpie face that looked at me through round black rimmed glasses was accompanied by too many contradictions. The short-cropped brushy hair was a little...
View Article8-Ball, No Pockets
I stood there motionless with the 8-ball clutched tightly in my hand, its unblinking eye staring defiantly up at me. It was the winter of my eighteenth year and I was playing a game that could change...
View ArticleHere’s Looking At You
Back when I was still trying to figure out which end of my body my head was on, if anyone had suggested that someday I’d be sleeping with a grandmother I would have told them they were as mad as a...
View ArticleThe Christmas Sandwich
The first major snowfall of the season was expected within the next twelve hours and the temperature would soon be dropping into the single digits. It was getting dark and I had just finished my last...
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