Voices, The Interviews: Mr. Worrywort
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A Little Bookstore
When I was a child Sunday’s were lazy days. Most stores were closed. If you didn’t get your groceries during the week, you were mostly...
Voices, The Interviews: Spencer
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Two Young Ladies and a Dinosaur
I want to talk today about not worrying about what people think of you and or what you do. No, I’m not going to preach. I’m going to tell...
The Suckage of Excuses
Recently, I had to ask myself a few questions. Before I get to those questions (and the subsequent answers), let me state a couple of...
Poor Dead Fred
I haven’t written anything in days. It’s not that I have had no ideas—I have plenty. I either haven’t felt well or have been tired or...
Grave Stories
There is a dirt road off of Highway 176 in South Carolina. Like many dirt roads around the country, if you blink you might pass it...
Goodbye, Willy Wonka
Willy Wonka died on Monday, August 29th. Yes, I know his name was Gene Wilder, but stick with me here. For most of us in our mid-forties...
Marbles, A Lesson Learned
Not too long ago I wrote a longer short story titled, The Forgetful Man’s Disease. The story is set in the old Mill Village in West...
Under Pressure...
Disclaimer: Possible long posts ahead. I have 1484 ‘friends’ on my Facebook page. Whether I know all 1484 of them personally doesn’t...
