On the radio the past few days, the DJs have been asking what people really want for Valentine’s Day from their significant other. Is it the typical chocolate, flowers, and jewelry? Or is it something else? A clean house, time alone together, a nice dinner, a thoughtful gesture? What kind of demonstration of love are… Continue reading What I Really Want for Valentine’s Day
There’s a stunning sunset Happening in your mind, Or maybe you’re peering Over the edge of a waterfall To the place where The river crashes into a rainbow. Maybe there’s the fireworks of a dream Exploding in your thoughts, Or maybe there’s the smallest flicker Of a candle flame burning through The… Continue reading The Priceless Gift of Your Soul
If you know me, you know that I have vivid dreams (the night-time kind, although I suppose I also have vivid day-time dreams, too). I have forced my roommates, family members, and students many times over to hear the ridiculous stories of my far-fetched dreams, laughing over the way things get twisted up in my… Continue reading Is It Possible for Dreams to Have Meaning?
She said she was just tired of being alone – and then he came into her life and made her happier than she’d ever been – and she said yes to him, despite the fact that he didn’t share her beliefs. He said he just wasn’t happy with his wife of twenty-some years anymore, so… Continue reading Would We Be Happy Rather than Holy?
I read in a book recently about people striving for affirmation because they didn’t get that from their fathers when they were young. The exact quote was, “When your dad yet again fails to register any appreciation for an accomplishment that means a lot to you, remind yourself what his dad must have been like”… Continue reading When a Girl is Loved by Her Daddy
Six years ago, almost to the day, I originally posted this short story on Facebook. A writer friend and I had a tradition of finding a picture and both writing a story to it – and it was always fascinating to see how differently we interpreted the picture. This one, however, I think was the… Continue reading Collecting Pieces of Home
Jack eased himself into his mezzanine seat of C20, the quiet drone of a pre-show audience filling his ears. He shrugged off his outer coat, smoothing down the sleeves of his sport coat and wiggling his tie ever so slightly looser. He glanced at the program in his hands, then shook his head at himself… Continue reading The Girl Alone in B18
