Another day. Another shooting. 17 more lives senselessly lost. 15 more lives wounded. Countless lives changed forever. Another day. Another endless casting call of politicians and pundits thumping their chests blaming this or that thing, or this or that person. Another day. Another Facebook filter..."Pray for [something new]." Another meme..."More people are killed by hammers....." … Continue reading For the Victims
I sat in my car in the public parking lot across the street from the tiny brick building sandwiched between two much larger brick buildings on a Nashville side street nervously debating whether or not I would actually go in. I had never been in a bar before and I hadn't come to Nashville expecting … Continue reading Life in Narrative #4: Vestal!
I've actually been thinking about doing this for a while now. Detoxing from social media. In the past I've always called these little jaunts away from social media "fasts" or "breaks," but I've never used the word detox. This time, though, it fits--and fits well. It's sad to say this, really, but it's true: social … Continue reading Detoxify!
A few weeks ago, I wrote a short narrative about an encounter I had with one of my neighbors during my morning walk. I described the somewhat comforting effect that our very brief conversation had on me; helping me to realize that in the midst of the chaos that is our modern world, there are … Continue reading Life in Narrative #3: She’s Moving (An Update), And I Feel Like a Bad Neighbor
Sometimes the smallest things make me think of them. Widlflowers blooming in a neighbor's yard. A song on the radio. The smell of bacon frying in the morning--always the smell of bacon frying. It seems to happen when my thoughts are farthest away, and busiest, and least likely to stop me in my tracks. The … Continue reading Life In Narrative #2 — The Can Opener
When I was about fifteen years old, during a visit with his family at Christmas time, my dad told me that the shirt I was wearing made me look like I worked in a gas station. He then proceeded to lecture me about the importance of "dressing for success." (The shirt, by the way, was … Continue reading The Gas Station Motif — A recurring life theme
This morning, during my morning walk, I ran into one of my neighbors. We cross each other's paths quite frequently, actually; I am always walking, and she is always headed for her daily outings. Rarely are there more words exchanged than a simple, "Good morning" by each of us--but always a smile and wave. This … Continue reading Life In Narrative #1 — Going to Play Bridge: How My Next Door Neighbor Made Me Feel Better About the Whole World