As every year, I’d like to go through and offer a place to check out the writing work I’ve been most proud of over the last year.
2020 hasn’t been the easiest year for anyone, and the same holds true of me. We’ve all been through a lot, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be proud of the work we’ve accomplished this year. I’ve published a lot at various outlets and publications. I’ve had stories in online literary journals and short stories published in anthologies. …
They say blood is thicker than water, but that’s not true.
Some say the original idiom is much older than the current use of the term and it is the complete antithesis of the way the phrase is used today: “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”
It’s much more honest that way.
We can’t choose the water of our womb. None of us asked to be here, none of us asked to be born. Like Vonnegut used to say, “All persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.”
So what do we have control over? …
I loved being a Boy Scout. I was honest, loyal, helpful, loving, kind, the whole nine yards. I loved learning how to do things with my hands, even though I was terrible at it. My pinewood derby cars were all misshapen and came in last place every time. The jewelry box I made my mother didn’t close all the way and the glue was on both sides of the felt lining. I earned my merit badges and climbed the ranks dutifully. I learned so much about my country and the world.
My favorite thing was the campouts, though.
We’d lash structures together and explore the hills during the day and, as the sun waned beyond the edge of the mountains, we’d drink powdered hot chocolate and sit next to the fire we would feed like a starving teenager. The flames would eat anything and we loved to see what would burn. …