Category Archives: Writing

Fit-to-Fat-to-Fat Blog Day 3

Goal weight: 195 Weight this morning: 234 When I walked out the gym this morning, the first thing I saw on my car was the 26.2 sticker on the back window. I almost scraped it off with my key. That … Continue reading →

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The Point of Impact

The garbage truck driver looked at his watch.  “5:00 a.m.  I’m #$%# late,” he muttered.  He pushed the pedal down and sped north through the wet city streets. Coming from the east, the driver of the SUV looked at his … Continue reading →

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fat Blog Day 2

107 days until Patrick House weighs me in at the SuperTalk Fitness Expo. Home scale weight today: 235.4 pounds. Goal 195 From the Poem, “Man in the Glass” You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years And get pats … Continue reading →

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The Magic Pillow

One a cold January night, an exhausted man placed his head on a magic pillow. As he began his quest for a good night’s sleep, he felt the weight of the blankets on his body. His eyes looked up at … Continue reading →

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog Day 1

Q. What do Rep. Bobby Moak and Speaker Philip Gunn have in common? If you answered, “Pretty much nothing, Marshall,” I’d forgive you for your honesty.  Politically, the men are on opposite sides of the aisle.  But this morning, they … Continue reading →

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The Beagle

A beagle howled in the distant hills.  Somewhere a rabbit was having a bad day. Jake Duffy slammed the door on his rusty blue 1978 Chevy truck with a metallic thunk. He laughed — It was a miracle the door … Continue reading →

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Fried Chicken & Wine

The small commuter plane bounced through the sky like a cork on a stormy sea. The passenger in seat 4A gripped his barf bag, looking out the window for any sign of land.  Lightning skipped from cloud to cloud, painting … Continue reading →

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Fat

I remember that day in November 2010 like it was yesterday.  I was still sore from running The Marine Corps Marathon (where I had raised $13,000 for cancer research) and from being made part-time.  I was hurting in more than … Continue reading →

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The Salesman

It was a slow Tuesday morning at the new car lot. The salesmen sat around drinking coffee and waiting for the next customer to pounce on. The sky was gray, there was mist and the showroom was empty. Very empty. … Continue reading →

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The Key

In a dark room filled with empty aluminum cans, a man sat staring at a glowing television.  A scruffy beard covered a face marred by doubt and hopelessness. Bloodshot eyes looked over at boxes of office contents and broken dreams. … Continue reading →

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