Category Archives: Stories

Fiction and non-fiction, you can guess which.

A manly place

The garage – a safe place to smoke, and think, and drink a beer; where bad 80’s hair bands are blared without guilt or shame. A place to create flight cases and window frames and whatever else needs fixing; a man cave, a

A manly place

The garage – a safe place to smoke, and think, and drink a beer; where bad 80’s hair bands are blared without guilt or shame. A place to create flight cases and window frames and whatever else needs fixing; a man cave, a

Dream as forewarning

She sat on her haunches between his legs. He smiled down at her. His wrist lay limply on the bed, a piece of tape holding the tube to the saline bag hanging above him. The room was dark – a child’s

Dream as forewarning

She sat on her haunches between his legs. He smiled down at her. His wrist lay limply on the bed, a piece of tape holding the tube to the saline bag hanging above him. The room was dark – a child’s

Four mini-dreams of an intermittent insomniac

The husband I’m in the kitchen with my mother-in-law, and there is a great feast before us on the kitchen island. We’re at some beach house resort, and while the sky is completely covered in dark blue clouds, the sun

Four mini-dreams of an intermittent insomniac

The husband I’m in the kitchen with my mother-in-law, and there is a great feast before us on the kitchen island. We’re at some beach house resort, and while the sky is completely covered in dark blue clouds, the sun

happy birthday to a very special woman

My mother turns 55 today. Since she’s my biggest fan here, I thought I’d write a little list of why I think she’s pretty awesome. ——- @Mom, I found this online:  “55 carries the vibrations of adventure and versatility, curiosity, facing

happy birthday to a very special woman

My mother turns 55 today. Since she’s my biggest fan here, I thought I’d write a little list of why I think she’s pretty awesome. ——- @Mom, I found this online:  “55 carries the vibrations of adventure and versatility, curiosity, facing

An Exorcism

Standing in the afternoon sunlight, I stared up at my family home – a massive structure that had seen a good part of the last century. I could hear my nephew giggling through the downstairs window, and my mother was baking

An Exorcism

Standing in the afternoon sunlight, I stared up at my family home – a massive structure that had seen a good part of the last century. I could hear my nephew giggling through the downstairs window, and my mother was baking

fried chicken in the driveway

The girl was feeling exhausted but happy when she pulled her car into her driveway. She’d run one of the last high school cross-country meets of the season, and she’d placed well. Her mother had gone to watch her and

fried chicken in the driveway

The girl was feeling exhausted but happy when she pulled her car into her driveway. She’d run one of the last high school cross-country meets of the season, and she’d placed well. Her mother had gone to watch her and

learning curve

I’m looking up at you, great hill of the unknown. You’re slippery and treacherous and riddled with sharp burrs. And I keep slipping as I climb, and it’s irritating. But I’ve yet to fall down you, although my lungs hurt

learning curve

I’m looking up at you, great hill of the unknown. You’re slippery and treacherous and riddled with sharp burrs. And I keep slipping as I climb, and it’s irritating. But I’ve yet to fall down you, although my lungs hurt