Category Archives: Writing

It was a cool, late winter’s day. The man paused as he caught his breath. Propping against his shovel, he looked around at what he was building. The muddy water surrounding his waders revealed his progress. Brick by brick he … Continue reading →

The airline’s polished aluminum skin glimmered in the late-afternoon sunlight. The tall little boy stood on the hill, watching the man-made bird soar across the sky.  People were on that plane. People traveling to new, exotic places. People who were … Continue reading →

I met Stuart M. Irby a couple of times. Once before the accident and once after. I didn’t know him well but I am saddened about his suicide.  Suicide is one of those acts that is tougher on the survivors. … Continue reading →

“You’re the most stubborn kid on planet Earth.” The little blonde-haired boy named Johnny glared at his mother. In between them was a steaming, hot bowl of spinach. Johnny was having nothing to do with it.  His mother was determined … Continue reading →

He squinted as he looked off to the Southwest.  The severe thunderstorm was on radar and was moving his way. That he knew. He  just couldn’t see what he was looking for — a  damned line of pines and oaks … Continue reading →