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...

April 15, 2019

A Sunday story on a Monday. This comes from two stories put together. And it's sad, because you can start over, but most of us just really don't know how.

Eight days ago we were walking in the woods when she said to me, “We can’t be married anymore can we?”

She said it j...

March 31, 2019

Great spiritual leaders keep saying this.  Over and over they say it.  In writings they say it, and in spoken words.  They say it succinctly sometimes and other times it is more verbose. But every time it is the same.

And every time we want to resist it.

Thoug...

March 24, 2019


 

How often do you find yourself holding regret....twisting and turning it in your hands so that you can see your mistakes and make your judgments from every angle?  Are you holding something from yesterday, last week, years ago?  Do you know that it is time to let it...

February 4, 2019

A Sunday story, as told to me by others.

I hear his car pulling into the garage.  Over the drum of the twins arguing in the living room and the crying of Nathan on my hip, I hear his car pulling into the garage.

But I do not turn around. 

Instead, I keep stirring the rice...

January 13, 2019

A Sunday Story.

”What.  The.  Fuck,” my mother screams from downstairs. “What the ever-loving fuck!”  

I hear her from my bedroom, the room I grew up in and left twelve years ago when I got married, when I was twenty-two.

She screams again.  She is so mad.  She...

December 23, 2018

It's been a while since I had a Sunday Story.  This one came just in time for Christmas, and though it is not very merry, I hope yours will be.

There is a knock on the door that is so sudden and loud I jerk the scissors in my hand and they cut at that tight, tender skin...

November 12, 2018

Another Sunday Story, but on Monday, because for some reason it was just so hard to put this one together.  And even now, it isn't really done. There are all sorts of words missing.  You'll have to read between the lines and use your own stories to complete this one....

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