This is a "sampler". You know how your cool artist friend has a sketch book with pages of sample drawings? Okay, this is just like that, only with words. It came to me last night while watching my son, Thor, play basketball. Her toenails were so pretty. Shining bright with a color that was a… Continue reading Her Toenails Were so Pretty
Thirteen Dollars and Eighty-Three Cents
Every August fifth for the last twenty-seven years, Bridget goes some place quiet. She looks for forgiveness. She hasn’t found it yet. Graham was a new patient at Gables Dentistry. He came in every six months faithfully for his cleaning and check-up. Bridget worked as the receptionist and after Graham’s third visit she was smitten.… Continue reading Thirteen Dollars and Eighty-Three Cents
He is After All MY Dad
My dad and I have had our ups and downs. Luckily more ups than downs. There have been times where the down stretch was long. I still thought of my dad during those times. If I was creating something new for supper with just ingredients and no recipe, I would wonder, what would dad do?… Continue reading He is After All MY Dad
The Women of Norton
“Audrey, you need to come home.” “Amy? It’s three in the morning.” Audrey sat up in bed and turned her lamp on. Still in a fog she sat there a moment listening to her younger sister’s heavy breathing on the other end of the line. “Are you still there?” “Yeah, I’m here. What happened?” … Continue reading The Women of Norton
Sexy at Fifty-five
Sexy at fifty-five is feeling your soul come back to life. It’s sexy when I feel the force inside of me starting to stir. I am not sure, but I think I might have certain things figured out. Of course, no one ever has all the answers. It is just nice to have a bit… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-five
Mother Drank Her Whiskey at Two in The Afternoon
It was her time; time alone. Time to listen to the music and dance. She put on her apron and pulled out her ironing board. The toilets were scrubbed. Dishes stacked. Floor vacuumed. She poured herself a whiskey with a glint of guilt. It was, after all two in the afternoon. Mother was honest to… Continue reading Mother Drank Her Whiskey at Two in The Afternoon
The Church of Nancy
My neighbors to the south of me are faithful to making it to the Catholic Church almost every Sunday. My Lutheran neighbors to the north aren’t even Chreasters, people who only attend on Christmas and Easter. They only attend for marrying and burying. I attended the Church of Nancy. Nancy is, in my opinion, the… Continue reading The Church of Nancy
Saturday’s Musings: Party in my Dorm Room
Saturday’s Musings on Two Pages Party in my Dorm Room: Many of you already know I am a bonified college student. I survived my first week with four courses and a shit-ton of homework. I struggled for finding the time to write. At one time, I wrote every day, until last Monday. The hope is… Continue reading Saturday’s Musings: Party in my Dorm Room
Anything For Mrs. Erikson
I don’t know. I think I was six, maybe eight years old when I had my first confession. I was so excited. I couldn’t wait for it to happen. After all, Mrs. Erikson, my C.C.D. teacher made it sound like a cool thing to happen… a celebration of sorts. I believed her. I would do… Continue reading Anything For Mrs. Erikson
Oak
Their home was dark, except for the out reaching glow from the large stone hearth on the south side of the wall. Near the large flames sat a table for two. If four were dining a drop leaf would pull up on the one side and the good tablecloth would hide the seam. A bench… Continue reading Oak
Chris Writes 