Roamin’ Holiday: Breaking the Bubble

In my previous piece I mentioned the difference between cruising several countries in a week, and actually walking past the docks into the city you’re supposed to be visiting. I’ve never been on a cruise, so I suppose you have to consider my opinion as biased. But the reality is, there is a stark difference between […]

Winter House: Chapter 4

The next chapter of my serial novel takes a turn, discovering unforeseen origins, for better or for worse.   August 13th, 1812 As assigned by General Harrison, I have taken command of Fort Harrison along the Wabash River. My accomplishments at Tippecanoe have warranted my promotion. I shall see to it that I serve well. […]

Who Will Speak for the Threes?!

A woman that worked there, knew I was going to be sitting there for some time. As she left for lunch, she kindly offered to bring me back some coffee or a snack. Too overwhelmed, I politely declined and thanked her. A couple of hours later she offered again, on her way out to pick up her kids from school. I sheepishly thanked her, and declined her kind offer. Unwilling to relent, she approached me a short while later to give me a Coke and a Planter’s protein pack with assorted snacks. It was all I could do not to burst into tears.

Winter House: Chapter 3

Bobby walked down to peek over Jerry’s shoulder. Trina’s room was drowning in pink. The curtains on the windows were pink with polkadots. The sheets on her bed were pink with flowers. There was even a rug that was pink and white swirling in circles. Bobby shuddered, thankful he didn’t have an eight year old sister. Trina was sitting on her bed, brushing the hair of a baby doll. She looked pale.

The End is the Beginning

If this truly was supposed to be a year of new beginnings, and everything we practiced up to this point was meant to prepare us for what is to come, then maybe a holistic exegesis is just the thing we need. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to stop practicing and finally get in the game.

Baby Trees, Baby Breeze

I had ten trees in my hand and they had also sent two “bonus trees” as a thank you for my membership and survey. Now I had twelve. In June, when I read ten trees, I didn’t think much of it. I’ve got an acre and a half, plenty of room, right? Well, yes, but there’s more to it than that. Until they arrived in the mail, I didn’t know what kind of trees I was getting.