I was sitting in my vehicle surrounded by sand and soldiers when I received the notice telling me I was divorced. We had been married almost four years. For almost a year and a half of that time, I was in a hot, dry country half way around the world. She couldn't take it anymore and I fully understood. I didn't even try to talk her out of it. Being a milit...
Kate smelled trouble. She smelled it big time. She'd had two good days with Little Cloud and her husband, the Pastor Francis James. Little Cloud was as big as a house with her pregnancy and beaming. The couple had been so in love it was almost sickening. Kate had left her hotel to stay with them in a guest room. She'd done dishes and laundry for Little Clou...
Author's note: DG Hear and I worked together doing the "Back Up Buddy" and "Hey, Joe!" stories and then collaborating on "Wish Me Luck, The Sequel." This was in addition, of course, to our stories in the two writing invitationals I put together on "This Bed of Rose's" and "El Paso." So we decided to try it again. DG is writing a story based on Gretchen Wil...
The two men, father and son, walked in the kitchen door, and after pouring some coffee, sat at the kitchen table. Both were covered with dust , and sweat. “Well, that is a good job of branding done,” Tanner Ford said to his son, Clint. “You pretty well set for a while? I’m thinking of going Michigan way, to do some fishing with Matt Tudhope.” “Sure, no pro...
"Hey Shay, I need a date to the Opry for a Christmas concert, you in?" the text from Lucy Hale read. "I don't know, country really isn't my thing," Shay Mitchell responded. "I couldn't tell you one song other than yours." "Oh come one, be a supportive friend!" Lucy texted back. "Fine, but you owe me one," Shay sent. On the second Sunday of December, Shay...
This is a chronicle based on another of my life's happenings. Any embellishment of the facts as they happened is purely an enhancement for the pleasure of the reader's mind. I have purposely masked the participants to protect their anonymity. The sisters were as they are portrayed. The time frame is accurate as is the location. Hope you enjoy this snapshot o...
REMINDER: I write long stories. Many chapters don't have naughty bits, but those that do will be way more fun if you read the others, too! TT2 is a sequel, but it's a stand-alone story . . . although . . . you might want to go read Texas Trio first, just so you don't learn how that one ended while you're reading this! –Stefanie ALSO: Only a couple of weeks...
"I can't afford the side trip to Machu Picchu, Peter." "Neither can I, Debbie." The student cruise had reached Lima, the next-to-last port before we returned to the U. S. The third payment of my stipend as a junior faculty member was pretty much spent, and I wouldn't be paid again until we reached Los Angeles. I was pretty poor and I wanted to see Machu Pi...
Part Two - New Years in New Orleans Laura Miller stood in front of the mirrored bi-fold doors of her closet, critically examining her reflection. Laura wasn't a vain woman, but she did take care of her appearance. Of course, now that Robby was in her life, she was even more careful to ensure she always looked her best. A flush went through her as she though...
When my wife Jeannie passed away two years ago, I was devastated. Never mind that she was a beautiful woman-mind, body and soul, and just thirty-eight years old. We were happily raising two strapping, wonderful boys, aged seven and nine. I did the only thing I could do: I put their needs first. I've been mother and father, friend and advisor, doctor and teac...