The History of Mortis Manor
Horror has always fascinated me — the freaky, the spooky, the macabre, the swimming pool dug in the old burial ground causing the long-dead to haunt the u...
Category: stories
White Privilege ~ to Make Mistakes and Not Be Killed For Them
I saw the body cam footage from the Rayshard Brooks incident. Upon viewing it, I became certain about something I already suspected. The video shows an officer ...
Our Privilege is Showing, White People
I was a white kid living in a middle-class suburban neighborhood. I grew up in a place and with a face that meant people gave me the benefit of the doubt. I did...
Dickens Was Right, Damnit
We had to memorize the first sentence of A Tale of Two Cities, which didn't seem like a big deal until I realized it takes up the ENTIRE FIRST PAGE OF THE BOOK.
(non)Urgent Cricket Update
So many people have asked me, “But what happened to the crickets?? Did they survive?!” that I decided to do an update. And I have the ulterio...
What’s Grosser Than Ten Dead Crickets in a Box?
One thousand dead crickets in a box. That's what I'm looking at right now -- 1,000 belly-up insects in a rectangular receptacle. I paid 30 dollars for them. If ...
For Javier ~ Goodbye Old Friend
Javier died last Sunday night. He passed from this world after a long battle with prostate cancer. We used to be close friends, and we were married once upon a ...
Staying Friends: The Magic of Growing Closer Apart
Back in the college days I'd rather put a fork in my eye than admit I was wrong, but I walked away without another word. It's hard to defend yourself when you'r...
My Two Grandmothers
My two grandmothers were diametrical opposites. They got along okay on family vacations, but Grammy June sometimes discreetly turned down her hearing aids when ...
The Time I Drove a Motorcycle Through a House
When I was eighteen years old, I drove a motorcycle through the wall of our house. I wasn't actually riding the motorcycle, and it wasn't even running. How migh...