December 29, 2019

A Sunday Story, told to me by many.

“Did you see all those heads turn in your pearly white Christian conservative church tonight when I filed in behind you guys?” I ask my friend.

My friend of twenty-six years.  

My friend I grew up with and am now growing older with.  


December 23, 2019

A Sunday Story inspired by . . . I can't quite recall.

My phone pings and I look down, see Daron’s name on a text message.  

“What’s this shit-head want?” I laugh out loud.

I open the message.

It reads:

Carlin had the baby.  A girl.

I don’t breathe.  

The phone rings.  

I don’...

December 15, 2019

A Sunday Story inspired by several real events,

full of so many heavy messages.

The door is heavy against my hip as I try to push my way in, shoulders holding so many straps, arms full and fingers strained.  A cold wind follows me and then seems to suck the door closed b...

November 24, 2019

A Sunday Story that turned into a poem. 

I'm glad to know it's not just my story.

But also sorry to know that too.


I walk around and look at walls

try to decide if they are good enough

if I am. 

There are dents lines and cracks


November 10, 2019

Another Sunday Story that was painful to write, but true.

She takes my hand, quietly and gently pulls me along, not like my other mothers who always grabbed me so hard and yelled and accused then gave me away.

It does’t make any difference though.  No matter how kind she...

November 3, 2019

Another Sunday Story.  

I've read this about eight times and every time I've cried at the end.

Even though I have never once experienced anything even resembling this.

Or so I think.


September 22, 2019

A Sunday Story that is a hybrid of the stories of friends, my own story, and something I overheard at Panera!

”I mean, I’m good for a while, but then it just seems like something happens, almost like a switch going off somewhere in my brain or my body or maybe it’s even...

August 11, 2019

Another Sunday Story.  Told to me by many.

…..and then something snaps and Ellen throws the phone across the room, just hurls it hard like a baseball, where it hits the wall across from her and leaves a ghastly mark before it falls to the floor.  

And then she does too....

July 28, 2019

Another heartbreaking story.  Be grateful today.

I wake up with the sun, but there is no light. It is dark, cloudy. The air is damp as I try to lift myself slowly from the couch, sore and heavy. I look at the mantel, but my eyes don’t stay long there. 

My eyes do no...

July 7, 2019

It's been a long time since I shared a Sunday Story, but it's been a long time since I have had one to write.  This one. This one really needed to be written and very much needs to be read.  Every story does. But this one too!

I hold the photo in my...

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