New Story?

We’re bombarded by ‘up to the minute’ news stories every day. You’d think we would have moved on by now. You’ll understand my meaning shortly. Webster defines news as: a report of recent events. http://newsletter.lifetips.com/ says the word news was coined from the...

So, it’s 1956.

Here are a few memory joggers from back then. Elvis Presley introduced his hit single, ‘Hound Dog’. Dwight Eisenhower is president and Richard Nixon is vice president of the United States. Fidel Castro and other revolutionaries land in Cuba. The Virginia...

Memorial Grill Day

I’m in my car, tail end to the church, front end to a field, trees and sky, cloudy gray with fades of blue. It’s 12:09 pm, May 28th, 2012, Memorial Grill Monday. There will be uniformed parades, marching bands and mournful taps played at National Cemeteries. The...

It’s a Beautiful Day.

  It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? It certainly is. Would you like to go for a cup of coffee or tea afterwards? Sorry, I’m all tied up. I have to blah, blah, and blah. Why is it so difficult to say no? Being all tied up doesn’t sound like a seed...

SEER

“Who are you?” I asked. SEER “Who are you SEER?” I am lawlessness outside the confines of your cranial domain. I am naught but multi-dimensional madness frowned upon by your scholars who appear to be sane. I am the mustiness nesting in the...

Your ass is mine.

 I – Your Ass is Mine Officer Crowley drove his unmarked State Patrol vehicle south on the North Slope Highway. His thoughts were on the note Sue had neatly folded on the dining room table, before she left for her job at Harris General Hospital. His wife was an...

Story Pieces

Peace. It floats between chaos and dispassion. It’s hovers between flowing water and rock solid. We don’t want to be so solid all we know is to resist. Nor do we want to be so fluid we’ll follow anyone anywhere. Peace is inclusive of mind, and beyond it....

Ain’t cha’ mama on the . . .

. . . pancake box? Thats one of the things we’d say as kids, when we were putting someone down. At the time Aunt Jemima was a fat, smily, handkerchief head black woman. It meant your mother was a poor, fat, black servant in some capacity. Yesterday I happened to...

We Human Beings . . .

We human beings are one of a kind. There is no other specie that relates to its own kind as we do. Here’s an example of what I’m talking about. What’s all this ballyhoo about ‘a right to life’? Whose right to life? The unborn . . .?  What...

In the Beginning . . .

Two older men chat and sip tea in the Supreme Cafeteria. Those gals forget how they got here. They call themselves Christian, yet don’t know hoot about the Bible. If they did, there’d be no issue over who has legal and religious ownership of whatever goes...

Ladies, get real!

Ladies, with all this talk about liberation and freedom, haven’t you forgotten something? Aren’t you forgetting what we spared so you could live a life in service?  Jesus, get real and show some thanks. Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had...