Category Archives: Writing

It was a crisp fall day on the Washington Mall.  An older gentleman walked with purpose toward the black, marble wall. On that wall were 58,272 names. Names that had left their lives back in Vietnam.  Leaves crunched under his feet … Continue reading →

Fear and Hope walked down the leave-covered path.  Both waved their arms wildly as they carried on a conversation for the ages.  Leaves fell to at their feet as they walked into the darkness. “I’m winning!” Fear proclaimed. Hope slowed … Continue reading →

The sun rose over the sea of campaign signs in front of the church.  Like mushrooms after a rain, they had sprung up the day before the election. The election was now over but the signs remained. In a hotel … Continue reading →

His forefathers had nearly frozen to death and starved due to their decision to move. Thanks to the Native Americans, they survived. So today he was about to carve a turkey in their honor. The sharp knife glided through the … Continue reading →

The little boy could see his breath as he chased after his father.  His father, whose legs were twice as long as the boys’, was a good ten feet in front of his son. In his right hand was a … Continue reading →

Television raised him. Every afternoon, he got off the bus, let himself into his house and turned on the TV. He was a latchkey kid.  And he was darn proud of it. The TV was his nanny, his companion and … Continue reading →