A Christmas eve memory from 1985. I was in Frankfurt, Germany….freezing my backside off in the middle of the night….pulling guard duty outside the heavily restricted entrance to the Frankfurt PX (which had been car-bombed the month previously). An old, somewhat junky BMW sputters up…and stops….full of a very jovial (and I’d imagine a wee…
(I wrote a little story for fun for a little girl who is 2 going on 3, the daughter of friends of mine. I used mutual Facebook friends and their pets, as characters in the story, with everyone’s permission. I tried to incorporate some personal hobbies from each person too, and made photo-shopped images for…
(I wrote a little story for fun for a little girl who is 2 going on 3, the daughter of friends of mine. I used mutual Facebook friends and their pets, as characters in the story, with everyone’s permission. I tried to incorporate some personal hobbies from each person too, and made photo-shopped images for…
(I wrote a little story for fun for a little girl who is 2 going on 3, the daughter of friends of mine. I used mutual Facebook friends and their pets, as characters in the story, with everyone’s permission. I tried to incorporate some personal hobbies from each person too, and made photo-shopped images for…
(I wrote a little story for fun for a little girl who is 2 going on 3, the daughter of friends of mine. I used mutual Facebook friends and their pets, as characters in the story, with everyone’s permission. I tried to incorporate some personal hobbies from each person too, and made photo-shopped images for…
(I wrote a little story for fun for a little girl who is 2 going on 3, the daughter of friends of mine. I used mutual Facebook friends and their pets, as characters in the story, with everyone’s permission. I tried to incorporate some personal hobbies from each person too, and made photo-shopped images for…
THE KITTEN AND THE ROSE Beth gazed out the window holding a now cold mug of coffee in her hands. It was windy outside and hadbeen drizzling all night. “The day looks like I feel,” she mused. The terrible events of two years ago came to her, unbidden, as they had every day since. The…
I wrote this back in March of 2009 after I dreamed some of the sequences the night before. I saved it. I’ve been looking at it, kicking it around and putting it away for a long time now. I’m wondering if I should attempt to flesh it out. ******************** It’s a moonlit night, still….quiet……on the…