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Into an Indiana Sunset

There’s just something about driving west on 40 on a Sunday evening, staring into the sunset. Particularly when the woman you love says "Let's take the backroads home" because you know you're thinking the same thing. That bright yellow-orange ball... Continue Reading →

So I’m Sitting Here, On A Friday

Here I am. At work (ugh). On a Friday (uggh). It's a little dreary outside (ugggh). I just read a satirical article about Mike Pence's stare-down of North Korea (huh). Then for some reason I thought about the worm farm... Continue Reading →

When Raymond decided he was going to die, the feelings he perceived were not as he expected. He recalled that as his mother approached her own death, at the age of 99, he witnessed her speaking to relatives long passed.... Continue Reading →

The Layover (Part 2)

If I could have formed words they would have had to traverse the landscape of a dried out, raspy voice too choked on disbelief to make any sense. All this time I'd put between us. The crushing heartache I felt for years after we parted. My struggle to forgive myself, and her, for all our transgressions and missteps. I'd worked so hard to get over it. And now...now I was drowning in a thunderstorm of overwhelming uncertainty. I had a child. With her. Lighting flashed close, snapping me back from my sea of panic to our table in the airport.

Tattooed Mice

The other night in group you told everyone that you knew I was a better writer. That the work you held in your hand, that you'd read the week before, was full of potential and awe. That you knew I... Continue Reading →

On the death of creativity

I started seeing a counselor (therapist, or whatever) just before Christmas in 2015. Not because I was feeling depressed. I decided to go because I was stuck. I needed an objective sounding board to help me sort through the endless... Continue Reading →

Anxiously Love

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. New love wasn't supposed to be this stressful. She'd never felt anything like it before. It was unnerving. She felt so confined, restricted. Love was supposed to be powerful and freeing. A... Continue Reading →

Love Anxiously

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. When you loved someone they were supposed to love you back. Completely. In the same way. The way you loved them. But that wasn't how this was going. Instead it was one-sided.... Continue Reading →

Layover (Part 1)

The woman and I stared at one another. I assumed she was equally surprised. Her smile showed first. It wasn’t a happy smile, or even a smirk. Maybe it wasn’t a smile at all. Her lips parted as the corners of her mouth moved upward. A jingle came from my phone to let me know that my wife had sent a text message. It scared me half to death and I nearly dropped it to the floor. With a death grip on my phone I glanced back up. She was still there.

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