I’d go to the homes of my family and friends and find all their writings, paying special attention to their handwritten journals and poetry.
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Key Strikes–Remembering My Mom
I feel her presence in the rhythm of the keys which resonates deep into my chest.
Dirty Santa
One year, items for the gift exchange included crocheted potholders, pickled quail eggs, and five-year-old cologne that was good for killing fire ants.
The Wild Girl
In the dugout we stomped our feet and gnashed our teeth. The score was eighty-seven to nothing, but if we had to take the field, the tide of misfortune could quickly turn and take us down.
Where Does a Preacher Buy Condoms?
She's a member of my church and I don't want her to see me lugging an economy sized box of extra thin, lubricated prophylactics.
I Just Had to Get Away
It's time I fessed up and came clean as to why I left the the plains of the Southwest to come to Florida. It has nothing to do with cacti and tumbleweeds versus citrus and palm trees. Nor does it have anything to do with sand in my teeth versus ocean spray in my hair. … Continue reading I Just Had to Get Away
Dinner and a Show
The waiter slapped his notebook shut, beamed at me in admiration and said, “I LIKE it!” And then looked around the room as if to say, “At last, we have a REAL man among us!”
A Whole Lotta Kissing Going On
There are certain things I just can’t do. And kissing another guy in a romantic context is one of those things.
Respect: I Have to Give It to Get It… Sort of
However, substitute teaching doesn’t garner the same respect and it has been a rude awakening. The students ain’t scared of me at all. They ignore me or regard me with outright contempt.
Roll the Credits. This Western is Over
The idea is for no one to die... right?
