Category Archives: Writing

I went to Washington D.C. last October and was afraid to drink the water.  Apparently something causes people up there to lose touch with reality.  The reality of the average American who’s trying to weather this economic storm. I understand … Continue reading →

It was late in the evening and the dog would have licked himself, but thanks to the vet and Bob Barker, that would have required a trip to the town dump to do so. “Spay and neuter my fuzzy butt,” … Continue reading →

It had been a two-hour flight but it seemed much longer. Apparently airline seats were designed by grumpy sadists, the weary traveler thought. Or at least small ones. He was 6’2″ and wished he was about three-feet tall. Crumpled into … Continue reading →

Right after takeoff from Houston’s Hobby International Airport, the airliner banked hard and turned toward home.  My nose was pressed against the window, looking straight down at the ground. I watched as the plane chased its shadow across the city … Continue reading →

Nearly twenty years after he had uttered the words “I do,” the middle-aged man sat awake in his bed staring at the person who had echoed those fateful words.  She was bundled up in her blanket, almost in the fetal … Continue reading →

In the dimly lit bar were dozens of people trying to numb their lives one drink at a time.  In the corner sat a pale man with a yellowed list.  He wasn’t drinking. He was watching.  The man sat in … Continue reading →

It was early Wednesday morning and a husband and wife were getting ready for work. Both stood in their master bathroom, sleepy from far to few hours of sleep.  The wife wearing a towel, looked in her vanity mirror and … Continue reading →

The caterpillar sat on twig looking down at the ground. He was afraid of heights.  Just plain terrified of them.  No, he wasn’t terrified of heights. He was terrified of falling from heights.  He gripped the stick as tightly has … Continue reading →

The old dog lay on the couch, with his head on the young boy’s lap. Every dog needed a boy. The old dog dreamed of the day when he could see clearly. When he could run without wheezing. He dreamed … Continue reading →