Ah, New Year's Eve. As a child, there's nothing more exciting than the thrill of staying awake for the turning of the year. That's why analog clocks were invented...so you can watch each second tick away the hour from 11 pm to MIDNIGHT!! Milestone years are the most fun. The year I anticipated as a … Continue reading Happy Snooze Year
Let Men Their Songs Employ
Christmas Day rapidly approaches. What is Christmas really about? Today, I gathered with a few co-workers who took a few minutes from their day to sing Christmas carols, accompanied by a Cajón drum and a guitar. I had only stopped by to see what was going on and decided to stay as I found that … Continue reading Let Men Their Songs Employ
Carol of the Silver Jingle Bells
Hark, the herald angels sing, "How great our joy to the world. For unto us a Child is born once in Royal David's city. He came upon a midnight clear while shepherds watched their flocks on a silent night, o holy night." "What child is this away in a manger, Angels We Have Heard on … Continue reading Carol of the Silver Jingle Bells
All the World to Me
A picture is worth 1,000 words. As a writer who does not have very good photography skills, I usually end up looking at photos I've taken and couldn't tell you in 1,000 words what I was trying to get a picture of. This photo of my grandfather and me, however, could very well be worth … Continue reading All the World to Me
It Happened One Night
I still remember that horrifying day in December of 2008. I spent the evening in my room, typing away on a fictional story that I absolutely loved. In fact, of the 69 stories on my computer, this one quickly became a favorite. I enjoyed the characters; I thought the plot flowed. I was either just … Continue reading It Happened One Night
This Little Girl is Not Made of Sugar
Going to the doctor is a bit unnerving, no matter for what reason you go. I'm usually driving home later in the deep mists of introspection. After a recent visit, I compared/contrasted my conversation with the doctor and certain conversations I've had with the Great Physician. My doctor gave me a list of things I … Continue reading This Little Girl is Not Made of Sugar
Pout Or Pray
Okay, I'll admit it, I rarely pray for my work. I thrive on challenges and being busy, so if something is stressful, prayer is the second option after a deep breath. ("I know I raised her better than this," I hear my mother weeping.) Monday, my status message said that I planned on having a … Continue reading Pout Or Pray
Fruit from the Olive Tree 