fiction and memoirs… starting with J, ending who-knows-where
The funny thing about the graveyard shift is that it can be one of the most boring or most interesting times to be a waitress. While no two nights are the same, most have a similar cadence. At about 11:00 pm, the theater kids come in. Eight of them joke and jostle, each ordering a …
I heave a heavy sigh as I snuggle into mom’s lap. She laughs as we settle ourselves into our little nest on the couch. “Did you have a big day, Bubba?” she teases. In her eyes, a dog’s life is all walkies and treats. She has no idea how wrong she is. Don’t get me …
I was 19 when I first settled on the word “agnostic.” At about 22, I shook off the last remaining fragments of doubt and embraced disbelief. As a follower of logic and scientific method, it was the unavoidable next step. Atheism was a deeply considered and emotionally belabored conclusion. It was fiercely personal, which is …
I know that home is not a place; But there’s something about the whispered memories of my childhood bedroom,And the sound of footsteps on those stairs, like lyrics to my first favorite song. I know that home is not a place; But some scents existed only there, when dinner simmered on the stove,And everyone gathered …
I’m not proud. Love makes idiots of us all. We ended our relationship just short of our three-year anniversary. He moved a few hours away to go to college, and although we agreed it was for the best, we still spoke frequently. When I say frequently, I mean almost daily. We ended each conversation with …
The shoreline was brilliant in the evening sun, and the usually cold and windy beach was calm and warm. It was a scene from a painting: the seagulls, the crashing waves, the way the light played across the rippled surf. Adding to the unique nature of the picture was that instead of being populated by …
It was finally here. The day I had been waiting for since the last day of Kindergarten. It wasn’t the new classroom or teacher that I was looking forward to. It wasn’t the new notebook and pencil that I carried in my little backpack that first day. No. It was something much more important than …
Things That Start With J 