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    Creating Our Fears

    “Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves…” Cheryl Strayed We all have a story to tell. Some of us, many stories. We sit around the dining room table and tell our family about our day. We gather round the campfire with friends and tell ghost stories. We sit at a lonely wooden desk and sketch out stories pulled from our imaginations. But there are other stories we tell ourselves, stories born from the blurred lines between fiction and reality. Stories of what-ifs, stories of what-could-be. Stories enhanced by anxiety, depression, tragedy. These stories all have the same title: Fear. It took me many years…

  • The Friday Muse,  Writing

    The Friday Muse – Shutterbug

    Stacy set the Polaroid camera on the oak desk. Releasing her grip on it gave her a strange sense of freedom, as if fate itself was trying to fuse her to the camera and she was cutting the connection each time she broke away from the handheld item. The camera seemed to hum, faintly rattling the surface of the desk, but Stacy knew it was her imagination. Cameras didn’t hum. Then again, cameras didn’t do what this camera did. The intercom installed near her front door chimed, startling her. Stacy rushed to it and hit the faded blue button to let her friend, Renee, into the building. Unaware that it…

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    You Can’t Live Without Them, And Other Lies

    Relationships can be great. They can be healing, they can be fulfilling. They can be conduits for love and affection. They can be mechanisms for collaboration and teamwork. On the flip side, relationships can be the Trojan horse carrying toxin into your life. They can destroy you, slowly, while portraying the illusion they are the best thing for you. Many years ago, I was an easily-manipulated and quite dense young man. I surrounded myself with friends and family who I thought had my best interests in mind, and who I thought only wanted to see me succeed. I clung to these relationships because I didn’t know they were bad for…

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    The Friday Muse – New Office Space

    Living in an apartment, things can get kinda cramped. A few years back, before and shortly after our son was born, we had a two-bedroom apartment where we were able to use one of the bedrooms as an office space – as my son was barely in a crib sleeping in our room, and it helped separate the merging of home/office that so commonly plagues those working from  home. Then we moved to San Francisco for two years, and I had my office in the living room of our 600 sq ft two-bedroom apartment we were sharing with a friend. That was rough. Once we moved back here to Arizona,…

  • Faith,  life,  Writing

    Christians, Fiction, And Domestic Violence

    Late last week, I posted a fictional story titled Jen Fled. It was a short piece for my ‘The Friday Muse’ segment on my blog where I write a short piece of fiction each Friday to discipline myself in writing on a regular basis and to give my followers/readers something new each week. Jen Fled is a piece about domestic abuse. Domestic abuse is not covered in Christian fiction circles very often – if at all. I can’t remember EVER reading a piece regarding domestic abuse, aside from a brief mention here and there of the victim. Definitely never any pieces that showed actual domestic abuse happening. Christian circles tend…

  • The Friday Muse,  Writing

    The Friday Muse – Jen Fled

    “Where are you going?” Jen stared out the window at the clouds below. “Anywhere but here.” “No really, where are you headed?” the older woman insisted. “I don’t know.” The old woman grumbled something under her breath and then resumed reading her beaten copy of Reader’s Digest. To Jen, the clouds looked like puffs of white cigarette smoke. In truth, she had no idea where she was headed. The plane ticket would take her to Paris, but beyond that, she had no itinerary. She just knew she had to get as far away from Victor as possible. “Drink?” Jen turned toward the stewardess. “Just water.” The old woman chuckled. “I’m…

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    One In Seven Thousand

    Dark times abound. Our worlds crumble around us. Friends betray their morals, family turns on us. Those who used to surround us in their encouragement and faith have turned away from God and now pursue the siren’s song of sinful impulses and false doctrine. The Word is no longer followed, men (and women) become lovers of self, and the pillars of integrity and faith are destroyed in an effort to become ‘free’ of religious constraints. Have you ever experienced times like these? Maybe now, maybe in the past? It’s in these times that I personally feel like a minority. I feel alone. Not physically alone. Spiritually alone. Those who walked…

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    The Friday Muse: Darkness Pierced (Part 3)

    Darkness Pierced (Part 1) Darkness Pierced (Part 2) When Melissa Robinson left the candlelit safety of the guest room in Turnkey’s farmhouse, she entered a darkness so thick and so consuming that she swore she had died and entered hell. Her eyes wouldn’t adjust to it, the shadows grazed her skin like strands of silk, and the smell of rotting meat made her want to retch. Maybe I should have listened to the cat. Really? she scolded herself. The cat? The talking cat? Melissa took a deep breath, and the air weighed in her lungs. “Hello?” she called out. “Lightbearer,” a slithery voice hissed. “Me?” she said, spinning around. The…

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    The New Peer Pressure

    Remember when you were in school and your friends would pressure you to do something you didn’t really want to do? Maybe something you knew you shouldn’t do? Smoke? Drink? Cheat? Fight? Back then, it was called peer pressure, when a majority of your peers pressure you into doing what they think is cool. I fell into many peer pressure pitfalls in my youth. Nothing too drastic, but I did get into trouble on occasion. After I exited high school and entered the ‘real world’, I figured all of that was behind me. Then came my young adult years, when everybody and their mother wanted me to drink. Or have…

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    The Friday Muse – Darkness Pierced (Part 2)

    Darkness Pierced (Part 1) Melissa Robinson nearly died of hypothermia that last day of winter. After falling through the icy surface of Turnkey’s Pond, the cold shock of the water beneath almost immediately paralyzed her, preventing her from making it from the center of the lake back to land. Everyone from the winter celebration had left and this left Melissa alone, skating on the lake, oblivious to the fact that 6pm had come around. Nobody ever stayed on Turnkey’s property much past 6pm during the winter. Everyone knew better. But Melissa had neglected to pay attention and nearly died for her mistake. When she opened her eyes, she found herself…