Monday is my grandma Tommie’s 101st birthday. Even though she has been gone for 59 years (long before there was a ck in the works) I still try to remember the day. Out of my four grandparents, her story always seemed the most tragic. Not that any of the others had it easy, mind you, they all experienced their fair share of life’s vicissitudes. But hers just always hit me a little harder. Last month, I shared what little I know about my paternal grandma. Now I’m going to share what I know about my maternal grandma.
Continue readingstories
Spend a Moment
Spend a moment,
writing it down
because you will forget –
thoughts don’t hang around.
Continue readingYour story sounds familiar…
My co-worker seriously started a story like this the other day:
“My cousin Vinny…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I rudely interrupted. “You have a cousin named Vinny?” She nodded her head and continued her story.
Later, a group of us discussed our high school teachers and how we only remember the naughty ones. You know, the ones that did something memorably bad.
My afghan of many colors…
Perhaps you have read the story in the bible about Joseph’s coat of many colors? True, it’s no Moses and the Red Sea parting but it’s still kind of famous. There’s a Broadway play that borrowed it. After including some songs, of course. At least, I assume playwriters added the songs. I can’t imagine anyone broke into song and dance in real life but I won’t guarantee it. I wasn’t there.
J’s Story
Have you ever been told something that you’re not quite sure if it’s true? Ever? Years later you still retell the story (because it is a good story) and there’s always an edge of doubt to your voice. You are always compelled to attach a disclaimer with the events just in case the audience won’t believe you. Then you can say, “Yeah, I don’t think it could happen either,” and not sound so gullible. It happens to me quite a bit.
Am I Covered for This?
Oh hello. I was just explaining to your associate James the nature of my claim. Again? Alright I will explain it one more time but I do wish you will keep better notes than your coworkers. After all, this is the fourth time I will relate the matter. It is getting tiresome.
There Could be a Possible Story Here
Today was extremely busy and I just got home. So… no typical blog tonight. I know, I know, you’re disappointed. Keep your chin up, there’s always tomorrow.
However, I do want to introduce a character that came knocking on my imagination today. Normally when I write stories, I get the story first and then the character. That hasn’t worked out very well for me. Today the character arrived first and I’m waiting for him to tell me his story.
Henry Luck, a drifter and gambler, came from somewhere and is sitting on the oversized sofa in a corner of my brain. What? Doesn’t everyone have furniture in their heads? Just me? Shucks. Odd again.
Anyway, Henry’s been sitting there all day and his story is slowly coming into view. He could just be hiding out from his best friend/nemesis Cooper J. Darwin. Cooper is always trying to throw Henry in jail and get rid of him. Why? A woman of course. Rebekah Rion (pronounced Ryan) Radcliffe is the person who came between the two. I’m not sure how the love triangle played out. Henry has been reluctant to open up.
Maybe I’ll be able to share their story with you someday.
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