Who was I, dwarfed by the monumental mountains, the curving roads, his little red car clinging to the narrow highway as we wound our way…
Keep Readingalways inspired
…free writes from the
Creative Caffeine Daily community
…free writes from the
Creative Caffeine Daily community
Who was I, dwarfed by the monumental mountains, the curving roads, his little red car clinging to the narrow highway as we wound our way…
Keep ReadingWhen still just a toddler of three, with curly brown chin length hair and a pug nose, if asked what she wanted to be when…
Keep ReadingIn 2019 and 2020 I was the Chaplain Intern and Resident at Kaiser Walnut Creek under supervision in a Clinical Pastoral Education program, part of…
Keep ReadingWhen it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
Keep ReadingIt was odd the effect the small girl had him. He looked forward to bringing her food, and trinkets, and imagined how she would react…
Keep ReadingIn 2019 and 2020 I was the Chaplain Intern and Resident at Kaiser Walnut Creek under supervision in a Clinical Pastoral Education program, part of…
When still just a toddler of three, with curly brown chin length hair and a pug nose, if asked what she wanted to be when…
Yawwwwwn. The alarm on my cell phone plays Paperback Writer at 7:15 a.m. Is it really time to wake up already? No way! It's practically…
This is a January story, a story that started in 2019 and ended on its last day. A New Year’s Eve Ball where she could…
Keep Reading[The is an excerpt from my new novel — the end of a scene. It's Susan and Richard's wedding day, and they've been drinking with…
Keep ReadingWho was I, dwarfed by the monumental mountains, the curving roads, his little red car clinging to the narrow highway as we wound our way…
Keep ReadingFalling to his knees, he let his hands push into the soft earth that she had tilled. Curling his fingers around the tender roots of…
Keep ReadingWe woke way before dawn, it was probably about 3:00 AM. We were climbing Little Tahoma. Little Tahoma is a rock stack that is on…
Keep ReadingYawwwwwn. The alarm on my cell phone plays Paperback Writer at 7:15 a.m. Is it really time to wake up already? No way! It's practically…
Keep ReadingWhen my grandma was young in Oak City, Utah, she skated on the frozen ponds in winter. The irrigation system spotted the desert with ponds,…
Keep ReadingWhen still just a toddler of three, with curly brown chin length hair and a pug nose, if asked what she wanted to be when…
Keep ReadingShe was at a Palestine Water Restoration conference in a DC hotel when she got the text that her Uncle Ziad had been killed by…
Keep Reading[Another surreal poem/prose; meant to be dark] Thin ice today. Okay, maybe only thin to me. Minus seven degrees of separation, I step through the…
Keep ReadingShattered The vase fell, shattered. His mother’s favorite, the one that held the last rose his father had given to her before he died, a…
Keep ReadingI stand in the kitchen like I'm glued in place. No way could I have done this. I've got nothing to do with this. I…
Keep Reading