This is a story I wrote for LOVE NAIL TREE based on this graphic. Please enjoy. (comma after “finally” not mine 😉 ) The first thing I remember wanting to be was a dentist. I was six. Maybe seven. Weeks before checkups I’d prepare myself
Hi friends, it’s been a little while, I know. Lately, I’ve been hard at work getting We Were Like Sons published, but in my down time I’ve been plugging away at my fiction. Years of Potential is my latest story. Please freely download and distribute to all who may enjoy (it’s eReader
Good evening friends. As you know, tomorrow the We Were Like Sons Kickstarter will be in full swing. But tonight, I’m writing to let you know that you can download the first five chapters for free! It’s just something I’m doing for those of you on my
How the Weighty May Fall by Aaron M. Green “I’m a lifelong parishioner, and I’ve always tithed. Always, Reverend. Why would anyone who says they’re dedicated to the mission of the church not give to help her? I’ve never understood these newer people who’ve been
“Well, doctor, I think you lied to me,” she said, the quality of her voice slightly altered by the subtle sandpaper tone of the telephone. Dr. Leroy Church was just closing his office when Patty Hanks called. The sun had been on its way toward
This post originally went live on June 28, 2013. Enjoy! I know why I’m here. Sometimes it feels like I don’t, though. I don’t belong anymore. But we all knew that coming into it.
This second-person short is dedicated to my old running coach, Jeremy Mattern, a man who believed one school’s program could be great and has been making it such for almost fifteen years. You’re an animal, J-town. It starts in the chest. It swirls around the abdomen,
This is the second part of two posts. I recommend you read the post I wrote just prior before moving on to this one. Allowing a book, or any external event, to represent something as hefty as entering into a new chapter of life puts an extreme
This is the first part of two posts. The second part will be published shortly. Stay tuned! Six summers ago I rode my bicycle across America with my friend Les. It was a life-changing adventure. I remember exactly where I was when I knew not just
He approached the register. “Yes sir,” I said. “Can I help you with anything?” He said he was borrowing his daughter’s bike for the week and that it was making funny noises and not shifting right. His accent came from his side of the country.