Webster’s defines story as the telling of a happening or connected series of happenings, whether true or fictitious.

I have my own definition. A story is any recollection/telling, mental or verbal, of an event. Even true stories are ‘made up’ because they are never related in the ‘moment to moment’ experience. 5 people will relate an event from their own perspective.

My stories are all made up, just as yours are. We create, accept and choose to believe them as truth or not.  

My stories follow.

It’s a Beautiful Day.

It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? It certainly is. Would you like to go for a cup of coffee or tea afterwards? Sorry, I’m all tied up. I have to blah, blah, and blah. Why is it so difficult to say no? Being all tied up doesn’t sound like a seed I’d like to cultivate […]


“Who are you?” I asked. SEER “Who are you SEER?” I am lawlessness outside the confines of your cranial domain. I am naught but multi-dimensional madness frowned upon by your scholars who appear to be sane. I am the mustiness nesting in the dankness of your mind cellar. I am the light of day and your fear at night. I […]

Your ass is mine.

 I – Your Ass is Mine Officer Crowley drove his unmarked State Patrol vehicle south on the North Slope Highway. His thoughts were on the note Sue had neatly folded on the dining room table, before she left for her job at Harris General Hospital. His wife was an RN currently working the twelve to […]

Story Pieces

Peace. It floats between chaos and dispassion. It’s hovers between flowing water and rock solid. We don’t want to be so solid all we know is to resist. Nor do we want to be so fluid we’ll follow anyone anywhere. Peace is inclusive of mind, and beyond it. Peace is the pivot point on the […]

Ain’t cha’ mama on the . . .

. . . pancake box? Thats one of the things we’d say as kids, when we were putting someone down. At the time Aunt Jemima was a fat, smily, handkerchief head black woman. It meant your mother was a poor, fat, black servant in some capacity. Yesterday I happened to be in the syrup aisle […]

We Human Beings . . .

We human beings are one of a kind. There is no other specie that relates to its own kind as we do. Here’s an example of what I’m talking about. What’s all this ballyhoo about ‘a right to life’? Whose right to life? The unborn . . .?  What about supporting the right to life […]

In the Beginning . . .

Two older men chat and sip tea in the Supreme Cafeteria. Those gals forget how they got here. They call themselves Christian, yet don’t know hoot about the Bible. If they did, there’d be no issue over who has legal and religious ownership of whatever goes in and whatever comes out of their bodies. They […]

Ladies, get real!

Ladies, with all this talk about liberation and freedom, haven’t you forgotten something? Aren’t you forgetting what we spared so you could live a life in service?  Jesus, get real and show some thanks. Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her […]